Absent Minded
Spiritual virus nonsense prison
A puzzle!
an overload of information
stalking in the hidden ralms of my my database
a revelation of the collective
swaying to be put together
that i did not know existed...
you believe me right?
After everything I've said and did?
A spiritual disease
of naked men and familiar faces
happy arrows and metaphors
and sites that only i would know i have visited
congratulations hacker
you amuse me
A petition
a rivalry
a thought provoking statement of confusion
to be found in the layers of the matrix
you dodnt think i would find
didnt think i would reply
didnt think i would be inspired
with such admirable absent minded wonders
stalking the selves that I am
Folder after folder after folder
of advertisement i ignore
picture after picture after picture
i keep what i like and send the rest where they belong
back to wherever they go
and maybe when i catch on
I'll put it all in order
and the nonsenses we are making together
the mirror of myself
im speakinginto will become more brilliant
more poetic
as the fiends stalking our own shadows compromise
and become more strategic as to what we place upon or databses
what oinformation we allow you into our homes
to sabatoge
to terrorise us with
so as you go out stalking chaos and stumble upon
metaphor mainframe and oxymoron database
and see the revelations of the trails we leave for you to set up in our wake
doesn tit drive you insanet o know our ignorance
our subconcious routines
this spiritual virus nonsense prison can be altered
and the tables can be collectively turned on you again
see what wwe strategically delete
\and what we systematically keep
what we hold dear and who we martyr for the cause
what we pine over deleting and deleting and deleting
to have the right back into OUR paid for product
your destrpoying the right to a fredom
when we are not crossing any lines
HAcker
government spy from whatever side
i hope you know what side your own
like an Iq test i sway from side to side
dont know wether to obey or throw it all away
to give you a hint you know already as you reach out to me it seems
but its funny as i cave in
and hog the spotlight again
So as you spy on my for your just cause
to find another uselse means for your bullets and bombs
chemical warefare
and to hold me under your oppression
and keep me at arms length from what i want
I will see through you again, iwill rise above
i will get myself connected
i will inspire
not retire
i will breathe the truth and set forth your panic
you wish me to inflict
the paranoia
computer stores ease as the internet is not a police amtter
and justice now costs a fortune
for the poor misery that is me
HAcker you have something to say?
then put your own pieces in order
and deliver me from these chains
free up my hardrive you invade
and know your threefold is not a safe game to play
as you hear all these people saying gods name in vain
just another charafde im afraid
to lead you away to where i want you
right under my thumb
to sway back and forth in your psychological seeds
of doubt and pessimism of why and who anad where
and when you play the truth and go for the dare
and cross the lines in to my home
to deliver more burden and destroy my possesions
like a demon who roams wherever he wants
hear the angers of the land
the wisdom of the souls
the treason youve inflicted upon the innocent and know
in the missing letters we send to you
we will find a way like we always do
so when you spy on me and discrimante my being
and disrespect me for being me
and this is the price i get for being just like you
the possesion in the mirror im working to exercise like a priest
of the media evoking the holy ghost way out of proportion
know im crawling out of the darkness of time
i hear the voice of man claiming its authority over evil
and laugh at your attempts to beautify yourself in this demeaner
as i swallow you whole once again as you cave into what and who to believe
for a price
I am free
i always will be
and no virus with poets
telling me to put a lid on it
or downloaded familiar faces
or history of my life you know nothing about is going to stop me
from standing up for what i believe
JUST LIKE YOUR HOLY SON
the one who died for your sins
so when you look in my living room
what object do i look into and see my reflection
what exercise equipment do i have but never use
i might not be exercising myself dinking out of glasses with sheep on it,
but i know its getting to you!
and as i unlock more esoteric keys for you to decipher
and you worry about the psychics you contact being more onesided and clever
with esp and you develope a temper
just who do you think you are mr. controlling forever?
i put you somewhere where you could be in a position opf power
feel like you wer granting mmiracles and splitting seas of water
but you are abusing such power
and you've see such wicked terrible temper tantrums in this century
do you really want another inspired by a power
i cant control all on my own inspired by you?
so stand back
crack a smile
realise youre making the gods of tomorrow homocidal as we crawl out of the karma of yesterday
ACT 1 Scene 3
will we ever see act 2?
an overload of information
stalking in the hidden ralms of my my database
a revelation of the collective
swaying to be put together
that i did not know existed...
you believe me right?
After everything I've said and did?
A spiritual disease
of naked men and familiar faces
happy arrows and metaphors
and sites that only i would know i have visited
congratulations hacker
you amuse me
A petition
a rivalry
a thought provoking statement of confusion
to be found in the layers of the matrix
you dodnt think i would find
didnt think i would reply
didnt think i would be inspired
with such admirable absent minded wonders
stalking the selves that I am
Folder after folder after folder
of advertisement i ignore
picture after picture after picture
i keep what i like and send the rest where they belong
back to wherever they go
and maybe when i catch on
I'll put it all in order
and the nonsenses we are making together
the mirror of myself
im speakinginto will become more brilliant
more poetic
as the fiends stalking our own shadows compromise
and become more strategic as to what we place upon or databses
what oinformation we allow you into our homes
to sabatoge
to terrorise us with
so as you go out stalking chaos and stumble upon
metaphor mainframe and oxymoron database
and see the revelations of the trails we leave for you to set up in our wake
doesn tit drive you insanet o know our ignorance
our subconcious routines
this spiritual virus nonsense prison can be altered
and the tables can be collectively turned on you again
see what wwe strategically delete
\and what we systematically keep
what we hold dear and who we martyr for the cause
what we pine over deleting and deleting and deleting
to have the right back into OUR paid for product
your destrpoying the right to a fredom
when we are not crossing any lines
HAcker
government spy from whatever side
i hope you know what side your own
like an Iq test i sway from side to side
dont know wether to obey or throw it all away
to give you a hint you know already as you reach out to me it seems
but its funny as i cave in
and hog the spotlight again
So as you spy on my for your just cause
to find another uselse means for your bullets and bombs
chemical warefare
and to hold me under your oppression
and keep me at arms length from what i want
I will see through you again, iwill rise above
i will get myself connected
i will inspire
not retire
i will breathe the truth and set forth your panic
you wish me to inflict
the paranoia
computer stores ease as the internet is not a police amtter
and justice now costs a fortune
for the poor misery that is me
HAcker you have something to say?
then put your own pieces in order
and deliver me from these chains
free up my hardrive you invade
and know your threefold is not a safe game to play
as you hear all these people saying gods name in vain
just another charafde im afraid
to lead you away to where i want you
right under my thumb
to sway back and forth in your psychological seeds
of doubt and pessimism of why and who anad where
and when you play the truth and go for the dare
and cross the lines in to my home
to deliver more burden and destroy my possesions
like a demon who roams wherever he wants
hear the angers of the land
the wisdom of the souls
the treason youve inflicted upon the innocent and know
in the missing letters we send to you
we will find a way like we always do
so when you spy on me and discrimante my being
and disrespect me for being me
and this is the price i get for being just like you
the possesion in the mirror im working to exercise like a priest
of the media evoking the holy ghost way out of proportion
know im crawling out of the darkness of time
i hear the voice of man claiming its authority over evil
and laugh at your attempts to beautify yourself in this demeaner
as i swallow you whole once again as you cave into what and who to believe
for a price
I am free
i always will be
and no virus with poets
telling me to put a lid on it
or downloaded familiar faces
or history of my life you know nothing about is going to stop me
from standing up for what i believe
JUST LIKE YOUR HOLY SON
the one who died for your sins
so when you look in my living room
what object do i look into and see my reflection
what exercise equipment do i have but never use
i might not be exercising myself dinking out of glasses with sheep on it,
but i know its getting to you!
and as i unlock more esoteric keys for you to decipher
and you worry about the psychics you contact being more onesided and clever
with esp and you develope a temper
just who do you think you are mr. controlling forever?
i put you somewhere where you could be in a position opf power
feel like you wer granting mmiracles and splitting seas of water
but you are abusing such power
and you've see such wicked terrible temper tantrums in this century
do you really want another inspired by a power
i cant control all on my own inspired by you?
so stand back
crack a smile
realise youre making the gods of tomorrow homocidal as we crawl out of the karma of yesterday
ACT 1 Scene 3
will we ever see act 2?
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Spiritual virus nonsense prison
Spiritual virus nonsense prison