The System (Transformed)
The system is beautiful—until it breaks your spine,
Perfect in design, cruel in its timing divine.
It hands you victories just to watch them decay,
Then asks who you’ll be when the comfort’s stripped away.
We learn what to expect, or so we pretend,
Until the lesson demands what we refuse to bend.
Together we promise we won’t look away,
Yet neglect creeps in softly, day after day.
Highs lift us up till we swear we can fly,
Lows come at night with no reason why.
The sages warned us—this road cuts deep,
Not a path for the strong, but for those who can weep.
Through writings we read and experiences we feel,
We swear we see truth, we swear it’s real.
Then life peels the mask, slow and precise,
And shows us our faith was a bargain, not price.
Climbing over the ego—don’t dress it as pain,
It’s choking on pride while screaming for gain.
Every step upward costs something you love,
Every demand comes stamped from above.
Faith above reason sounds holy and clean,
Until reason is screaming at what it has seen.
When logic collapses and answers all fail,
That’s where the work starts—raw, naked, and frail.
So come one, come all—but don’t lie at the gate,
This trip isn’t comfort, it’s pressure and weight.
You will fall, you will beg, you will question your name,
You’ll curse the system and still stay in the game.
The experiments aren’t theory, they carve into flesh,
They expose every motive you thought was “enmeshed.”
Every place the ego hides gets dragged to the light,
Not gently, not kindly—but brutally right.
And when you’re stripped down with nothing to claim,
No credit, no merit, no spiritual fame,
You’ll find what was missing, what knocked at the door:
Not answers—but brothers, and something much more.
So step through, my friends, not proud, not assured,
Only broken enough to be truly secured.
The system won’t save you—this much is true,
But between us, the Light finally breaks through.
