Titan

I awaken
 Turn epiphanies into tragedies
 Stay unshaken
 As the valleys and peaks
 Start to tremble and creak
 Bow
 Before the dirt starts falls
 Suspended by tension
 Taut between reason and
 Laws I ignore
 I implore you to abhor
 I am your reasoning, I am your faults
 I am coherence and dissonance making you whole
 Making you more than results
 All your gods
 Lay their weapons at my feet
 I'm the epitome of sweet misery
 (And antipathy)
 Cowed
 By a form wrought sublime
 Suspected dimensions
 Made impossible by design
 Maddening and byzantine
 I am a priori, I am the precedent
 I am the preference and precepts of all that's existent
 I AM MAGNIFICENCE
 All your gods
 Lay their weapons at my feet
 I'm the epitome of sweet misery
 All my gods
 All the weight they place on me
 I'm the epitome of antiquity
 I'm your tabula rasa
 On which you etch excuses