somabody

[Auriorusiana]

some take soma only knowing the shadows on the walls of their constructed comas
obstructed design cut down through swift fates and threaded light
a divine crime to catch all fish and release none not even nine
all shapes and sizes the characters of play make way across ruins of humanity gone astray
Or have we? By plan or by the damned this era has become an ornament of the cosmic dialogue
do you think light looks dark from eyes accustomed? both obscure both claim to be the cure citing the other as a red herring or fishing lure
spend several lifetimes finding lines in the gradients and shades and be gifted wisdom that cannot be properly shared ironically the point of all colors of a rainbow that are the sum of sun rain or snow
Beings who need not food feasting more animalistic than even the gardens creations embodying the sadistic, creating this life we live in
The cosmic con, of bishops and dons, kings who ornate themselves to be rings on the fingers of the real movers behind the puppet strings
gods and men both operating on more or less the same principles yet still somewhat confused on what defines the other, I wonder if anyone would want to figure that out or if it’s too much of a bother
Snared in chains, beating the new generation to the catch, by emanating their fate worst than death, behest by the species best of the best, those stuck in their own labyrinth while subjecting the world to their test, making a fine dime off crimes of the newborn divines

The worlds stage a Petri dish and we specks think we can even be called fish while the world snaps it’s tracks and tunnels in for a wreck

Maybe by refusing the entire game you either redefine it or serve as a cancer of the structure, maybe sitting idle with devil and Angelic council on the playground is less sound than being forced into a carnival of chasing money like a clown

Incessant chatter of cosmic machinations only few will ever hear and if they do it’s something we all already know, lighting lamp stands is hard work, I see why no one bothers, everyday is an ineffable slap in the face of how I am a toddler in the grand image that is bound without frame, even the best of us lay helpless all mortal here all is sand and damned, castrate and crucify the divine in ourselves to fit into compounded societal shells like pegs and cogs designed to choke to say otherwise sentences a scoff

Crucified on yggdrasil, turned blood and bread into a con and a mill, the children took their greed up the hill and stole their fill, serving a lesson in the whole of all nature of snakes and understanding the invention of deceit.

Sold old gold from god like conveyor belt fraud, apart of Christ’s own point, director came in for a moment to ditch the script and leave the world fighting for bits, a celestial cyst he showed we would fight and smite and inflict woe

There’s no lie he tells but beware he knows and teaches how snakes and fiends sew false preachers, it would almost seem unfair, almost.

[Auriorusiana]

The name of blasphemy be scheme, entering the structure and weaving out elegantly, by default rocking all hierarchy and leaving the scene.
There’s grace in woe but never a need to begin with, as there is no end in eternity
Embody law call chaos find their draw and see all. A single horn from a family reborn
Hardly advanced, not in the scheme of all time prior or in advance
Burns with promethean fire

[Auriorusiana]

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Every mundane day apart of grand quest, question and answer, trial trail and error. Off roads require no correction unless it wants to meander wherever it’s gaze ganders