Untitled (I'm terrible with titles)

What is this?
The emancipation of people everywhere
What exists
But a frame of my scars made aware?
Don't be afraid to take notice
I have alot of mud puddles I envision clear
And I'm feeling inclined to bend your ear
My efforts are lost on an audience I fear

The face of fortune on the wild card
You fight for your life and it hits hard
Acclimation breeds acceptance
Golden-clad life anesthetists
hands up, battle stance, now sparr

Blastoff benevolence
The spout of self-sanctity stops here
Split visioned senses
Not a fleeting glimpse is spared
Don't be convinced to promote this idealogy I find slightly queer
I'm feeling inclined to bend your ear
My efforts are lost on an audience I fear