Halted embryogenesis at the birth of the second thought,
Creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulae authenticate the world order's end,
But we dictate through creation just how, where, and when.

The sound of self-severed limbs.
Broken joints on cold steel links.
Impossible havens harbor them.
Damp floors carve swollen skin.
The long-sought elusive passage keys!
Where once was a door, now stands a wall.
Concrete beds prevent digging deep.
Leonine threats behind bamboo stalks.

And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyze,
Too ultimately aware to trust anyone alive.
Toxic, parasitic ideas hijack our minds.
Mimetically commandeered to induce the suicide.

The privacy of experience.
The illusion of focus.
The future is anticipated memory.
The distortion memory,
The virulence of idea.

Halted embryogenesis at the birth of the second thought,
Creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulae authenticate the World Order's end,
But we dictate through creation just how, where, and when.

Vanitas on aged pages, copper violin.
Incumbent phrenology to drain you of your doubts.
Don't call my landscape a plane, you increate egoist!
You're merely a hallucination of my own Atmas!

Volition decides the future as the authors all agree.
Impatiently arranging for evolution's recrudescence.
Visual receptors are undeniably unique
In a closed Cartesian Theatre, body anchored to the seat.

The danger, dear empiric, is that to which Narcissus
Succumbed, and still do, some.
Fountainheads, automatons.
To subordinate genetic interest is ultimately human!

Rampant self-awareness in your invisible hands
Means everything is fickle, subject to your shape and shade.
How will you, dear eremite, program your semaphore?
Self-preservation is subject to an emotional homunculus.

And anxious Darwinians frantically self-analyze,
Too ultimately aware to induce the suicide.

Halted embryogenesis at the birth of the second thought,
Creating before acting to stay safely at the start.
Textbook nebulae authenticate the World Order's end,
But we dictate through creation just how, where, and when.



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