Scattered

Scattered

Fear is the illusion
That feeds the delusion
Creating the confusion
Ordo Ab Chao

The depth of the deception
Has shaped the election
And the intervention
Instead of ascension

To own the pie and sell a piece
While the other chunk is taken
Sell lemonade on the streets
and thy will be forsaken

But what is this exactly?
I can’t utter the word.
I will give you just one hint.
It feeds from the absurd

But really can someone tell me what the Mandela Effect is?
How does it operate?
What happened to history?
The world may never know.

And time? Is it truly an illusion?
Or is it simply a mechanism caused by man’s confusion?
I’m convinced that the “structure” of time must be circular.
Because history repeats again and again.

There are many of us who feel like we’ve been here before.
In a past life. In an earlier version of the game.
In an earlier version of the simulation.
That is not to say it is of no significance.
It is really quite remarkable.

If I were ubiquitous
If I were omniscient
I would not be
I would not see

It would seem like a schizophrenia of sorts
No wonder why God no longer speaks to us
He or she is overwhelmed
Overwhelmed by the marvel of creation
And all of the voices in their head

For the odds are truly against us
It is much more likely that we are in a simulation within a simulation within a simulation
That doesn’t mean none of this matters.
This does not mean that we do not exist.
It just means we’re inconsequential
Because we neglect our potentials

I used to look up words I didn’t know and use them
Just to piss people off
Now I am just trying to be myself.
I’m trying a little bit too hard.
It seems like something is up.

Black Sunshine is on my mind
The uncertainty of world affairs

Rulers are playing the game of Risk
With the world
Will they throw the board?
And scatter all of the pieces

For a future generation to pick up.
And try to peace together again?
I don’t know how
I don’t know when

The game ends

       Supernova
        
             A Black hole 

                Anti-matter kisses brought to you by CERN.

WWIII?

               Do we even want to know?
                                              
                                                       Of course we do

Jingoism has failed.
Pathocracy reigns
It is time to try something else.
It is time to build a new world.

Will we be a myth to be passed down?
The Atlantis of the future?
Will they argue over whether or not we existed?

                     There is an extensive record right now
                           
                               But could that one day all be wiped out?
                                   
                                                Shall we return to antiquity?

Solar flares E.M.P.
Know one knows when
We’ll descend into darkness
Into the depths
Of the primal reptilian brain
Only bent on survival
By any means necessary