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46 views Premiered Mar 30, 2023
Not bad for only one take, after too much Wild Turkey, no sleep and a throat stuffed with an ashtray full of ciggie butts.
Thought it a good time to premiere it now as when I wrote then recorded the spoken words, I felt like I channelled imagery from a bleak dystopian future. Turns out I did indeed..
The living and healthy shall be sold into purgatory
as the circles of hell widen to welcome more souls
Watch and Wait: You will see, Death is our goal
Pursued and desired with the utmost of ease.
Free will and faithful belief is worthless, nothing.
They wither from a wicked, psychic second degree
An Evil eye glares, calculating focus, surveying
This populace who hungers for satanic enchantments.
Technoluciferians thus quench a lust to murder in the third person
This is the evolution of homicide.
Isaac Kappy screamed and tried:
"Lies, Lied Liars"
Decay of love & life is recorded through a blood ritual, compelling total control.
Essence of youthful hope; pumped, siphoned, drained of any soul.
Transhumanism is looming, in every electrical pulse it lurks
Pulsing through conduits of wires and luminary networks
Lives primed for subjugation; a fetish for fear
As above: a halo, and below the horned chandelier
Deus Ex Machina our saviour, enslaver
surrender is defaulted, ease of sacrifice enabler
Mechanical inoculation optimised processing
Guarantees optimal terror for minimal labour.
Is there a chance, a prayer, possibility of avoiding fatalistic behaviour?
LAUGHS There is no self, no god, no spirit or Saviour.
Gathering this infernal flesh from the charnel house as fuel
Into a Massive ziggurat that reaches heavenly heights
This accumulation of humanity’s carcasses
Will ignite and incinerate this funeral pyre
The sacred bloodlines remain entombed in the garden of unearthly delights.
The Moirai loom with spite, fraying to wear thin
Threads of fate and all souls yet unborn,
Future generations’ demise sealed with our blessing
If God was left, none would withstand his scorn.
Embracing hopeless doom,
spellbound piety to a dark master
Whose fault that faith in self is lobotomized,
Unrealized, the self is acting too soon.
Reprogram cataclysm to engage self-destruct faster,
Death now is a blessing at the 11th hour of disaster.
Impelled by two false idols; power and infamy
Devastating abject horror in this Digital Obituary
This new circle of hell... I hope We deserved it.
Guilt is ours on these lives, so easily subverted.
Did you know that in the 1930's, thousands of people in Germany, Poland and Austria dreamed about blood and barbed wire, particularly camp environments? It could have been transferred from what they experienced during WWI, but children had them as well and it was very specific.