Let construction begin
how would you assemble the perfect nothing?
re-arranging like puzzle pieces
a shape never before seen
complex and jagged
every edge, sharpened
to tear through all
vapour to solidify
then liquify accordingly
cannot stop what can't be seen
assuming the form
most pleasing to the eye
the image that fits the imagination
the ultimate weapon
to be used at your discretion
molded to meet your needs
perfect, in your eyes at least
elastic-like consistency
a foreign object repeating
a circular path, endless
perplexing continuous theory
disruption of a flowing wave
comprised of all impurities
understood but never seen
created from chaos and hatred - malignant
violent malfunction to be expected
control, of such an entity?
never a possibility!
incapable of sincerity
it's right in front of your eyes
fusing truth with fiction
ever misleading, so you bend
unwillingly to fit into
it's twisted scheme
un-named, it tears itself in two
continuously splitting personalities
twisting around, upside down
(sick themes, ill conceived)
preying on the weak and stupid alike
the lies you confide are the very nutrients
needed for it to survive
a new level of redemption
will you stand or take it on your knees?
"greetings! remember us?
we are what you've been relying on
to achieve your shameful objective
now we feel that the time
for penance has come
so repent if you like
but we'll show you no mercy!"
I'm the orchestrator
I'm the sick author of the script
I'm the fruit so sour
the mother brain that never ceases
pulsating with hate
the warm affectionate smile
rotated 180 degrees
to reveal it's wretched scowl

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