No more ifs, no bias, no ambiguitynNo wondering whether this is itnClarity to brightly shiningnThe images so painfully absolutennNo edges blurred on this awarenessnNo unknown weights to tip the knowledge scalesnEyes dilated to grasp it allnAs ever illusion of what we are failsnnAn unquestionable picture, determined, completenIts crystalline lines untouched by doubtnSo vivid, so deprived of hesitationnShining in its evil splendornnThe burning hatred of manA million degrees on displaynHuman voracity delineatednThe demons in us all by fumes portrayednnStare, see, take in, graspnComprehend, assimilate, behold your reflectionnnIts framing, gold plated liesnThe canvas, hurting souls caught and weavednThe artist, the human dreamnIncinerated, devoured, deceived