3.) The Gift

The gift from God, as the devil would conceive it.

We made it ours and took another mechanical hit.

 

And I become synthetically omnipotent.

 

Take me, it will be evident.

What's wrong is right and still it instills doubt in me and

My nerves become binary.

 

I have found no boundary in your measurements I see.

I cannot fight your persuasions.

 

I see all and nothing.

Your right is wrong

And I am

Discovering

All that is empty and how your hollows suffer

In your cosmetic views.

 

The gift we unwrapped; and fucked it up.

Then built it up on false ground in the hollow mind I have

Found.

 

Distant future I've heard the growl.

Everything it will come down.