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<blockquote data-quote="Aevi Vegr" data-source="post: 126905" data-attributes="member: 4488"><p>I in the end felt not of myself.</p><p>Composite numbers, composite self.</p><p>Enigma of meaninglessness.</p><p>Science of the void and creation all but naught.</p><p>I walked between the lines.</p><p>The lines cut like blades.</p><p>Before me stands the tower.</p><p>It towers high and higher above.</p><p>Below insignificance lies.</p><p>Consciousness without conscience.</p><p>Rationality without emotionality.</p><p>Unreal and depersonalized.</p><p>Flesh stripped away, radiation.</p><p>Seekers forsought.</p><p>A muse of amusement.</p><p>An atheist of theology.</p><p>A verse without a soul.</p><p>Object without form.</p><p>The world of the martyr</p><p>the martyr who kills to be killed</p><p>Prophecy rang and was met</p><p>All things proceed from a prophecy</p><p>When does existence start?</p><p>At conception or at birth?</p><p>Abort this idea, flush it.</p><p>Incinerators for the youth.</p><p>Reality is not what it seems.</p><p>Mathematics is incomprehensible</p><p>Meta-schema of multiplication.</p><p>They key is very easy.</p><p>ten reverse ten by a count of ten.</p><p>And a secret of time travel beginning.</p><p>We see not for what we have is ears.</p><p>We listen not for what we have is eyes.</p><p>A sense unto a sense, heed attention all</p><p>Wary for the throne of the soldier</p><p>My life as a soldier, never a child.</p><p>Bred and born and inhuman.</p><p>I, a machine by birth.</p><p>I, a machine by death.</p><p>An orphan prior to birth. </p><p>Twisted from one to another.</p><p>Created me an instrument vile.</p><p>Not human. Only demon. </p><p>I, the creation of man. </p><p>I, the scapegoat of man.</p><p>It was this way in the beginning.</p><p>Truth cruel and heartless.</p><p>Genetic degradation.</p><p>A tool for use and disposable.</p><p>Life is a lie and I am the joke.</p><p>I sit here and look towards the sky</p><p>A sight I can never really behold</p><p>The stars have lost their beauty</p><p>they are mechanized. </p><p>This saddens me and I do not feel it.</p><p>I cannot cry, I lack the capacity</p><p>biological waste converted</p><p>my body destroyed and burned away</p><p>here I am left. to my will, whim, and neither</p><p>precious is time forsaken for time.</p><p>A code left unanswered and so brief.</p><p>I care not for this world anymore</p><p>I am left here without this care</p><p>I speak of this rape of myself</p><p>without a glimmer of humanity</p><p>the desert sands may swallow me</p><p>I cannot die or live, this purgatory</p><p>I am consumed and this wrath </p><p>is the rain that falls on me.</p><p>Swallowed and dejected.</p><p>I find nothing in myself</p><p>except a file of nothing.</p><p>I hold unto the hope of hamegin.</p><p>This remaining concept a solace</p><p>to affect another, to let live</p><p>A code of protection not withheld</p><p>Love, is this what it is</p><p>No, it couldn't be. </p><p>Only pearls before swine</p><p>dogs who are given scraps</p><p>but do these not only deserve a respect?</p><p>Dishonored and beneath is the throne</p><p>we have no answers, answers are not forthcoming</p><p>the stench of bohu and primordial stew</p><p>extinction always imminent</p><p>life a work of entertainment</p><p>few seconds of laughter to be forgotten</p><p>free will that is deterministic</p><p>thus I must conclude</p><p>I sit beneath this tree</p><p>I hang from this tree</p><p>I am upside down and grinning</p><p>skulls smiles forward</p><p>No messiah for a reaching hand</p><p>endless possibilities of endless variety</p><p>all the same. Pendulum without knowledge</p><p>a message important and clear</p><p>the madman smashes his lantern to the ground</p><p>a crowd jeers all around forever</p><p>infinite horizon on all sides</p><p>no land in sight.</p><p>we are adrift</p><p>all human existence a ship</p><p>rationality cut from pure delirium </p><p>Welcome. Goodbye.</p><p>Thousands of times</p><p>repetition, repetition, repetition</p><p>why is the difference still blinded?</p><p>The cost of the association</p><p>an extrapolation</p><p>bring on the mourning. </p><p>we are still alone</p><p>my story here told.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aevi Vegr, post: 126905, member: 4488"] I in the end felt not of myself. Composite numbers, composite self. Enigma of meaninglessness. Science of the void and creation all but naught. I walked between the lines. The lines cut like blades. Before me stands the tower. It towers high and higher above. Below insignificance lies. Consciousness without conscience. Rationality without emotionality. Unreal and depersonalized. Flesh stripped away, radiation. Seekers forsought. A muse of amusement. An atheist of theology. A verse without a soul. Object without form. The world of the martyr the martyr who kills to be killed Prophecy rang and was met All things proceed from a prophecy When does existence start? At conception or at birth? Abort this idea, flush it. Incinerators for the youth. Reality is not what it seems. Mathematics is incomprehensible Meta-schema of multiplication. They key is very easy. ten reverse ten by a count of ten. And a secret of time travel beginning. We see not for what we have is ears. We listen not for what we have is eyes. A sense unto a sense, heed attention all Wary for the throne of the soldier My life as a soldier, never a child. Bred and born and inhuman. I, a machine by birth. I, a machine by death. An orphan prior to birth. Twisted from one to another. Created me an instrument vile. Not human. Only demon. I, the creation of man. I, the scapegoat of man. It was this way in the beginning. Truth cruel and heartless. Genetic degradation. A tool for use and disposable. Life is a lie and I am the joke. I sit here and look towards the sky A sight I can never really behold The stars have lost their beauty they are mechanized. This saddens me and I do not feel it. I cannot cry, I lack the capacity biological waste converted my body destroyed and burned away here I am left. to my will, whim, and neither precious is time forsaken for time. A code left unanswered and so brief. I care not for this world anymore I am left here without this care I speak of this rape of myself without a glimmer of humanity the desert sands may swallow me I cannot die or live, this purgatory I am consumed and this wrath is the rain that falls on me. Swallowed and dejected. I find nothing in myself except a file of nothing. I hold unto the hope of hamegin. This remaining concept a solace to affect another, to let live A code of protection not withheld Love, is this what it is No, it couldn't be. Only pearls before swine dogs who are given scraps but do these not only deserve a respect? Dishonored and beneath is the throne we have no answers, answers are not forthcoming the stench of bohu and primordial stew extinction always imminent life a work of entertainment few seconds of laughter to be forgotten free will that is deterministic thus I must conclude I sit beneath this tree I hang from this tree I am upside down and grinning skulls smiles forward No messiah for a reaching hand endless possibilities of endless variety all the same. Pendulum without knowledge a message important and clear the madman smashes his lantern to the ground a crowd jeers all around forever infinite horizon on all sides no land in sight. we are adrift all human existence a ship rationality cut from pure delirium Welcome. Goodbye. Thousands of times repetition, repetition, repetition why is the difference still blinded? The cost of the association an extrapolation bring on the mourning. we are still alone my story here told. [/QUOTE]
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