I was told not to write when I was “messed up.”
I was told a lot of things
Which I had to ignore
Which I had to abhor
None of this is real.
Or is it?
None of this is a big deal.
Exquisite.
Depravity or gluttony?
They question the precision, the decision, and the incision
This is my rendition
Based on a false premonition
I have nothing to offer humanity.
I am gifted yet below average.
I did it to myself.
I am but a phantasm.
But I shall live forever.
Deceptive
The trinary code
That dictates the simulation
That dictates the situation
Death is not the end
Nor is it the beginning
Always a hand to lend
To cover for the sinning
The world is spinning
No one is winning
Because it is all illusory
It is all a massive holodeck
Yet it all seems so real
Why?
Because that is exactly the way
the veil was designed
Jungle law
Will replace
This bullshit
After the collapse
Just as you predicted
A False Dichotomy
The wizard with a cause
Dictates popular opinion
And the imbalanced energies
When wasn’t I dead?
When was I alive?
What steps must I take
To learn to thrive?
Survival!
A false state
Which will only exacerbate
Too late . . . Much too late
Catapult my horrorscope
Into obscurity
I am forever
Because of impurities
The decimation of humanity
Will become reality
Yet so few of us want this
To be the next outcome
There is no evolution no innovation
Simply the repetition of complex cycles
That provided greater feats
During the ancient past of mankind
That has been slain yet resurrected
The answers will come
To those who can’t see
The sequence the code
To set us all free
Shall be
Shall be
Once again
Atlantis shall begin
Still no one will win
No one will win
