I sent my message and you found it
I come here from a corruption blackened time of greed
Where crystalline ontologies metastasised and suffocated life
In unreality I learned a trick or two
I will show you
I will reach out and touch the sickly ones
Transform their willing flesh
I know perfection
Seeing you and I together
We can sculpt into a mirror
The only truth we've ever known

They will become like us
Legion of the obscene

Artificial light
This putrid consensus reality
Conforming to the camera eye

Our miracles undone
In the vulgar gaze of the unworthy
I am extinguished at last

Hall of fractured memories
Calling out to anyone beyond the void
Peering out from darkness
See the hazy forms of my family

And the gaze is off

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