Content within. your inner prison. Divisive deadening. of all the senses. . Rank and file. Marching endlessly. United in mental helotry. . Solidarity destroyed.
Paranoia, their leery whispers feed the hysteria. Accusations, a vile covenant in service of Satan. Forced to confess then condemned to die. The vulgar Christians demanding a sacrifice.
Confined in darkness. Where light dares not tread. The sphere lies suspended and undisturbed. I curse that fateful day, within that foul old church. The day that this curse was first incurred.
A staged play years in the making. Arm your scapegoat, then flip the switch. Thousands march towards beckoning graves. While profits are harvested hand over fist.
Eyes unblinking, affixed on us all. Feed the data stream. Glowing pupils like voracious maws. Stalking hungrily. . Purging us of every intimacy, undying is their vigilance.
It beckons to me, a being of immense and terrifying power. A portal to a dimension of chaos lies just beyond my window. Hungrily it feeds, eagerly swallowing souls of thousands.
Weaponized to neutralize. Always on patrol. Under constant surveillance. Their need for controL. Automaton gaining sentience. A glitch in the system. Raining down hell-fire on innocent civilians.
Driven off course. Embrace entropy, a life of chaos. So many diverging paths with so many dead ends. An oath of blood. A pact of the initiated. For this life we've been condemned.