Eternity’s zero hour
Deep in the motherboard
Where no door will answer your call
Pineal yarn, woven into Gaia on her precipice
The children walk a rose-tinted path
Inattentive of the blinkers
Grey matter cartel of periphery
Do we live the butterfly’s dream?
Are you sitting comfortably?
A clumsy and involuntary masterpiece
Impostors orbit conical demiurge
I could hold this all in my hand
But I believe in a fighting chance
Assembled for disassembly
Earth has outlived its usefulness
Let me assume treachery