WYSIWYG

The monolith of wrath in the
sky plugs the hole that will
suck the world inside out
Just when he closed his
eyes and imagined there
was nothing, he knew it
was real, he knew it was
the truth

This machine was made
to fade away, there’s no
stopping the fall apart
Every day passes a little
quicker, the machine is
less substantial and it
knows it’s gotten sicker
Its parts are rusted, its
blood is crusted from its
head being busted over
and over and over and
the fucking thing won’t
implode, it’s heading
toward a supernova
 

and it melted its face as it
realized its mistakes a little
too late; it thought it had it
all figured out, but as soon
as it spat the words they
brought its foot up to its
mouth and kicked its ass
                        now the
demons strike the loom
and picket the mote
                        they focus
the microscope and laugh:
        there is no god but what you are
            you are god and god is dead
                you are god god is dead

 

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