The Helix Withers

Phenomenal to be born (Free will is illusory)
Now time must see these fibres torn (Ignorance seducing me)
Every choice and every thought (Consciousness is but a pawn)
Preprogrammed through genic rot (In life's game as we fester on)
Some only ponder this surface of skin
Others say a man is but his brain
Its flesh suit cradles an answer within
Twofold helical of molecular domain
For the sentient, a judgment made
Feeling experienced or notion conceived
Like all is a pawn in our DNA's game
Through its bidding do we all come to bleed
As it withers
Phenomenal to be born
Against all odds to exist
Now all that's left is to keep these fibres untorn
Although time cannot allow this
A continuance instinct, like every perception
Masterminded by a natural code
Every thought and sensation
Its product until the helical phenomena
Erodes
It all sheds away
Finite individualism, intuition's call
A schism dividing yourself from you
To exist as a mind and a genetic thrall
One outweighs the other, prehension askew
With these blueprints in control
Thought is but flesh, and power it does hold
In this ego death, one might find comfort
Or anxiety, this too determined through the genic mould
Phenomenal to be born
Now time must see these fibres torn
Every choice and every thought
Preprogrammed through genic rot
Free will is illusory
Ignorance seducing me
Consciousness is but a pawn
In life's game as we fester on
As to why sees no resolve
But the helix withers to evolve
Our framework is our opposition
For it has designed us to destruct
Architect of all emotion
These ephemeral minds to instruct
In this world, as abundant as empty space
But beyond, one as rare as us
An anomaly so commonplace
Into two the helix cuts
Phenomenal to be born
Against all odds to exist
Now all that's left is to keep these fibres untorn
Although time cannot allow this
A continuance instinct, like every perception
Masterminded by a natural code
Every thought and sensation
Its product until the helical phenomena
Erodes
It all sheds away
It all sheds away
A life could never hope to be severed
From the binds of its heredity
To make sense of subconscious endeavor
Exercise in futility
Every story must once again be untold
Every chapter must be lost in time
Watching as superdeterminism unfolds
Dismaying, humbling, then sublime
Once more, the helix withers
A continuance instinct, like every perception
Masterminded by a natural code
Every thought and sensation
Its product until the helical phenomena
Erodes