I.
mortal creatures of caged flesh and charred soul
writhing towards fragility and nihility
shadowed below the infernal monolith
pretending that life is good — the lies of a murderer and a cannibal
destroying everything their filthy hands would touch
to maintain narcissistic machine control
in search for meaning in this lying world of the crooked ones
clawing out the carapacic cosmic shell in search for ugly light
"everything has a crack, that's how the light gets in"
but everyone is a mere puppet blinded by false dogma and fallacy
