Geometric Allegory

Life was mass-produced;  Vengeance damned by technological progress.  We ushered it in.  The patented shadows  Waited for the Big Bang's retrograde  When all the world's matter  Melted into a single, copyrighted pin-point.  Then, and only then,  Did the clock disconnect .  The son of a gun is the son of The One.  They calculated every moment  And gathered every page  Ever written,  Now scanned  And kept  In an archive  Of information.  When the future archeologists pull you from the grave  You'll be like some mummy in a museum  Taken from his tomb  And put on display.  You will be studied.  You will be analyzed.  The infinite monkeys  Will find a way  To rob your grave  And explore your non-linear waves.  You smell like profit, OK?  Generational slaver¥  Extended beyond the grave.  Here's the thing.  There's a reason you've reached this far:  Connectivity Pulls you In a Circle,  And you're worth something  To them.  The circle  The square  The spirit  The

And Give it to You (playing a game of tag) ______________________________________________ All the crazy folks Claim that they see messages Hidden in the words. If I cracked a code That showed me another world Am I then crazy? And if I'm crazy It doesn't really matter. Maybe it was real. Maybe I did see The thing they won't believe in. I know what I saw. I tell you this now. God spoke to me one April. He told me the Truth. I never believed In anything religious Until that moment. Then and only then Did I fall down on my knees And recognize God. I wish I could put Into words all that I saw To make me so changed. I wish I could share The experience I had And give it to you.

The Enlightenment* altered the thoughts of mankind. It collectively drew us out from the dusk of the Dark Ages And into modern times. Had I been there, I think I would have taken A tire-iron to the printing press. Yes, by God, I would have smashed the printing press into bits, But it's far too late for that now. The printing press transformed the Old World into something New. The printing press ushered in the New World. The New World began then and there. The printing press Solidified ideas and stamped them into oil-based ink From molded blocks Neatly arranged in coded letters. Polymer Science and Technology Then, shortly thereafter, Shakespeare arrived on the scene, And the Shakespearean scribes gathered  With their skinny, pointed fingers. Commissioned by King James And the Occidental Star, The scribes set about arranging Sanctioned letters into immovable words That transformed the living Word Into immovable text. The very meaning

Your life is already copyrighted with no patents pending. This happened a very long time ago. Just like all of the electronic footprints that can never be erased, your code can't be erased either.  The double helix records all that you do.  Every moment and memory you have had is coded in you for some future archeologist to exhume. Given an infinite amount of time and an infinite number of monkeys, one of them will figure out a way to recognize the value of human life.  One of them will buy us at an auction and  collect us like books, and each human life will serve as a searchable database.   We will be awoken from a sleep, and all of our memories and experiences will be studied.   Your code contains the code of each and every forefather (and foremother) who contributed to you in some way, so they will be brought here, too.  We will be punished, studied, and monetized as escapist entertainment. You knew this and always did.  You've lived thi