Shake off the dust, ARISE! You’re caught in a trance
Ever wasting time in fantasy, No hint of advance–
You see
The mortal coil of toil you serve like a king
melts as WAX, these hacks
Cut down the need to even think

This world’s a fantasy but more than a test/Classroom, training ground so we can learn to Deal with this mess–
Look down!
Inside this bleak machine the wicked don’t rest;
Dont wait to break FREE,
You are not just electricity

Life turning up the volume
Tide turning on us always
Time flying–it’s tomorrow
No turning back to where it began

One forty four thousand “Bested”
By a motley crew hating “collective”
Celestial LOVE’s been rejected
Delirium hath infected

Static does not add reason
In Quicksand a flailer deepens
Smile-maker thoughts oft-repeated
Intentions blink uncompleted

+

A wasted destiny, alone in a trance
No escaping from this afterlife,
no hope for advance,
You see

The One Immortal you served naught IS The KING
Out of time, was it really all that hard to believe?

Multiple choices tallied,
you’ve failed the test, ever-cleaning
Up with tactics
That made MORE of a mess of things

You had one job to do, like all of the rest
In this bleak machine, DC bye bye electricity
~

CRAWLING BACK RIGHT UP TO THE SYSTEM
DEMANDING THAT IT WOULD SELF-ERASE
AND CALLING OUT FOR A LEADERLESS SYSTEM COZ
“IN MY WORLD, IRON FISTS HAVE NO PLACE!”

CALLING “BAD” ALL THOSE
OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM
COZ YOU’VE BECOME YOUR
OWN “GOD” IN HIS PLACE

IT’S ALMOST SAD THAT YOU
JUST HAD TO DISS HIM
BECAUSE YOU CHOSE TO DO
THE ONE THING YOU HATE

~
No longer shall you breathe in,
For O2 has no meaning Here;
There is much to fear, and
There’s nothing to eat but your skin;

I wish you would reconsider,
Allow Me To save you from dinner;
That demon is eyeing your liver,
(In Styx he can do it forever)