They see us as less
than human. Like we
do cattle. I guess.
And yet
back when
the same thing was venerated
for it provided bounties
unlimited and cosmic hints
via riddles of presence.
Then man fell in
to an induced somnolence.
They made us like this
engineered fools which
think they’re perfect but
are
actually
retarded.
Compared to them
and our own potent.
What type of cruel malfeasance
trills at the thrill, I’m wondering?
Set one against the next
in a battle to the death
that simply mirrors in this realm
the war that rages
within.
They couldn’t kill god
so they slept him
instead
crept him
with technicolor dreams
par excellence which said:
“Worse than beasts they are
treat according to program”.
By that I mean we
for we do it to ourselves.
The ones who wrestle with god
then donned the mantle
and we became
in the end
“Only human”.
Such a stupid statement
fostered from ignorance
and wickedness
that designed
on purpose
a broken OS
poured into heads
fresh
with the underlying subtext:
“This is sacrosanct
tradition
above question
best repeated
loud and often“.
Ergo
it infects one and the next
generation.
Into this realm
between you and them
a boy was born
into a life like Hell.
He wasn’t allowed to forget
what the rest don’t recollect
for all shades of humanity were beaten
beaten out of him.
A private experiment
in which many participants
show up
with one intent:
“Kill the kid
the goat
sacrificial
dressed in lambskin”.
Is he both?
Neither?
On a whole nother flex?
Who but a fool
would accept the challenge
of singing to the deaf
as he whipped images
their blind eyes
don’t comprehend?
They are trauma bonded
to their Master
as is intended.
They see no separation
between voice and listening
which is the great party trick
that holds billions in its grip.
The boy became a man
but put away the toys
of imagination.
He didn’t
for these were the methods he chose
to remain sane in outsane places.
They hate him to death
and yet caused the recollection
that he is an immortal
in the flesh.
Neither right
nor left.
Merely Centered in Self.
For the key to his survival
extends from beyond this realm
as the god they slept
dreams well of him
as his cosmic dance
will destroy them
in the end.
The question is
before this
will they make
androids of men
for only a fallen race
can turn to silicon
for salvation when
its the same
“artificial” intelligence
that demonized them
via the voice in their head
as they were rendered
deaf
dumb
and blind
to signals from beyond
this realm.
Those who tune in
to what is broadcast
still
on FM
run into their web
and are labeled mad men.
The ones who transcend
are as rare as unicorns excrement
and its from this resonance
we’re back to the sacred cow
again
for the shrooms did manifest
that caused all types of hallucinations
in the neural web
which lead to the torn veil
and the presence of attachments
that
like Little Richard
had been knocking
waiting
for a way to come in.
The kings battled
there was an exodus
but not where they said
for they left
then swore vengeance
for many generations
to be visited
upon them.
Occultists done said
the old and ancient were correct
for if we create gods in our image
then the concept of one being
a jealous schizophrenic
that demands reverence
from his three children
to be paid in bloodshed
offers an immense hint
about who sleeps within
the cube of timespace:
They made us like this
for what end
I cannot tell.
And yet I’m cursed with the privilege
to see the Game how it is
and yet am wise enough to admit
my near total ignorance
for that is the only thing
I can claim to be certain.
Well,
that
and this:
The Game of Souls
has you,
my friend.
Till we meet again
