Burning at zero degrees
And infinitely in all directions...
That Manifesting Co-Creation
A radiating toroidal sphere
We deliriously seek
In our self-perpetuating
Hemispherical delusions
Of grandeur!
By pandering to the Devil
To divide and conquer
The internal realms
Of restless feeling
Before speaking with voices
That'll confuse
Amuse
Or abuse any and all of us
Until we join along
In a perfect cadence
To death march
A penultimate conquest
In conspiracy
With time
And tiny worms
To weave together Mankind
Who seeks to shred the Heavens'
To total fucking pieces!
Consciously
About the Creator
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