A rap from the mind of Kex:

From the sun break

To the day I wake

To the day it sets

To the day they left

Yes

The gift is bestowed from your breath

And taken form your chest, on the day of your death

But before we learn, how is it that you chose

It is a preview or something that we lose

If I exist and the world doesn’t care

Is there a wrong and is there a fair

If there’s a God and the illogical occurs

And if there’s a God can logic be absurd

But absurd is never dying

So death is less then futile if we’re flying

But is futility the fusilier without the gun

Or is it adding one plus one without the sum

If we’re culturally divided, and don’t try to hide it

Then inside it, might be reason for a purpose

But society can easily hurt this

Which is meaningless to the absurdist,

Who is the purposeless workist

But if God exist and says there is only one code

Then the moral relativist’s theory is looking pretty bold

And all those philosophies are dependent upon the truth

Cause it might contradict their philosophical roots

A mental deconstruction and renewal, if it is ever known

But I guess that’s a philosophy in and of its own

From the political to the metaphysical

And From the skyline to the littoral

If the truth was meant to be deciphered

We wouldn’t be philosophers but historical writers

But if you censor the true,

Then you censor the “you”

Censorship of self-expression

Is a soundless session and a lesson

Of the deprivation of a nation

Like governmental insulation

Command every citizen living in here

To put blinds on their eyes, live in patriotic fear

There’s a point where some reject the gift

 Cause it isn’t the way that they had projected

Then there are the saviors who simply protected it

Another side resides on the side of demise

Of the morality, like seers without eyes

See?

No, no one sure of the lore, no replies

The gift is taken to where the inferno lies

Are they different from those who have the gift lifted?

In hopes of another prize, when the heavens are shifted

I truly admire those who artfully portray the gift

And can’t comprehend those who killed for empires and drift

I surmise that all this is the gift and what surrounds it