Digital Obituary

(originally recorded and uploaded as unlisted video in September 2019)

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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.

Kosheen Suicide

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.