| No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguity | |
| No wondering whether this is it | |
| Clarity, so brightly shining | |
| The image so painfully absolute | |
| No edges blurred on this awareness | |
| No unknown weight to tip the knowledge scales | |
| Eyes dilated to grasp it all | |
| As every illusion of what we are fails | |
| An unquestionable picture, determined, complete | |
| Its crystalline lines untouched by doubt | |
| So vivid, so deprived of hesitation | |
| Shining in its evil splendor | |
| The burning hatred of man | |
| A million degrees on display | |
| Human voracity delineated | |
| The demons in us all by fumes portrayed | |
| Stare, see, take in, grasp | |
| Comprehend, assimilate | |
| Behold your reflection | |
| The framing gold plated lies | |
| The canvas hurting souls caught and weaved | |
| The artist, the human dream | |
| Incinerated, devoured, deceived |