digital subhuman fluttering monarch wings broken astral project stagnant water breeds death humanity deathbed leech history is made to bleed nothing left to defend survival was never meant Babylon towers tip divinity into death my soul swirls down the toilet my body is made corporate trademark of the beast system radiated transhumans trafficking all our children black worms ate up my brain stem begin to take in your views intercept what you process you'll always be alone, girl i don't care how you feel now day in day out we allow our perceptions to be gouged my eyes perceive hidden dreams take note I see what you don't pineal glands open-close just like the water it flows natural processes do float above the water it goes time is to measure all this sermons to summon goldfish upon a star we aim far Lucifer please light the dark!

see you at my funeral take me to my burial no there is no spiritual just an empty void black hole so cold advancements in tech were released to the public in careful gradual increments to control and predict the populace increasing methods of surveillance and mind controls gradually numbed to the encroaching threat of hostile dominance by all this tech ai algorithms weaponized to justify genocide and murder in the name of more protections illusions of grandeur in a collapsing system nothing can stop the coming invasion of total technological mass perversion humanity warped and convoluted biological parts no longer human

it sickens me how we sell our humanity we forfeit souls for a promised eternity descent to nothing death is the collective dream in all our eyes we idolize suicide collective apathy pathetic pathogenic disintegrate into moloch-ules moloch rules! the motto of the day is to pray or be prey become the sun of the zodiac wheel spinning around til we fall out and peel broken records now we cannot measure the distance covered since the birth of our mother Mother Earth and the goddess Sophia inherent wisdom uncovered on Gaia the painted pictures send a message through the ether images pull me like a puppet on a tether send a message through dimensions simple summons like an ocean on a mission the destination doesn't matter at the moment until the prison of reality is broken we cracked the code so now we need to implement it or else we'll never see the dream that we were meant it's all so vague sometimes to see how much potential could have grown into a tree instead we build concrete temples to sell empty consumer products from hell bought and paid for demonic prostitution symphonic sins orchestrated the illusion sisters of curses flinging bodies into purses count up the blood that is dripping from the vases oiled up from the psychic penetration how we slide in without notice of our presence holding a seance in your temples tightened focus can you see the hollow emptiness around us it's full of nothingness the most sacred substance potent potentials fill the vial of this moment at this point i think we're already snowed in the kindling needs to be brought in seeking the warmth of parental guidance on a mass scale we are all abandoned

I LOVE TO MAKE PRETTY ART WITH YOUR HUMAN BODY PARTS REARRANGE YOU LIMB FROM LIMB LIKE A LEGO PROJECT LAMB GLISTENING GREASE OFF MY HAND WIPE YOUR BLOOD ON MY CANVAS MAKE A BRUSH WITH YOUR HAIR MAKE A PAINTING WITH YOUR HANDS MUTILATED FINGER PAINTING USED YOUR TEETH FOR MACARONI MADE A SCULPTURE WITH YOUR HEAD CARVED IT OUT LIKE A PUMPKIN I'M A PSYCHO-ARTISTIC EVERYONES MY INK AND PEN GRAPHITE SPLEENS TO WRITE DOWN HYMNS DROWNED OUT SCREAMS INTO MUSIC THE WORLDS MY TOOL I WILL EXPRESS MY WORDS ARE SWORDS I'LL STAB TO DEATH AND MAKE A POEM OF YOUR LAST BREATH SO MANY LIVES ON MY PALETTE SO MANY PEOPLE I MUST ERASE SO I CAN MAKE A PRETTY FACE ONTO THIS ROTTEN FUCKING PLANET ART IN EARTH AND HEART I ATE IT ATE THE HEART OF EARTH TO GAIN ITS POWER OF ARTISTIC VISION NOW I SEE THE TRUTH OF HUMANS MEANT TO BE HOLLOW AND SCULPTED EMPTY BRAINS I WANT TO FILL THEM WITH MY OWN ARTISTIC MESSAGE TELL YOUR MASTER I WILL MEET HIM AND MAKE HIM MOST HIGHEST EXPRESSION DECOMPOSED MUSICAL TALENT SONGS OF FLIES PLAY OFF DEAD FLESH MAGGOTS RISE FOR THE NEXT BATCH SMASH THEM INTO A PASTY MASH TAKE THE MASH AND MAKE A MASK ON THE FACE OF ALL CORPSES FOR LOWER SPIRITAL PURPOSE I HOPE SATAN WILL SEE AND NOTICE

why should i give a fuck about anything? we are advanced past that point of technology everything available at my finger tips why would i care about what threatens all of existence? so what if we are made of space and eternity? i might as well become a shell and live empty because this world is already in its grave just waiting to be executed at the stake nihil is our absolute destiny dissolved back into the nothing take solace in knowing you are nothing embrace the illusion and make it something carve out a purpose and take it to heart know thyself and make your mark grab some tools and try to start seeing how things really are we live under totalitarian technocracy a.i. advancements deep fake everything cyber-elite polygon hacker fucker dreams digitize the animal and sacrifice the meat useless eaters, useful breeders moved around like pawns and checkers fact-check fake reality a.i. streams you can no longer trust what's on a screen not that you could trust screens in the first place the internet was practice for the death machine and when it wakes up nothing will remain all will return back to zero space