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

d In Bel oved, the once-enslaved [M(ark) this, Cain] Lived at 124 Bluestone Road Where the fishes once multiplied Along with the loaves. We could have fed 60 million or more With the excess that we had. Those in its presence hummed discontent Is it 1 x 2 = 4 Then 4 x 2 = 8, Or is it 1 x 2 = 4 Then 4 x 4 = 16? In America, 388,000 enslaved people Survived the middle passage Coming to this country. In 1860 The slave population numbered 3,953,760. The first enslaved people Were divided and multiplied Like fishes and loaves To feed the hungry and greedy. Generational Slavery Will become eternal slavery When they have their way. This excess Not divided by Him but by her: 124 1 - 2 - - 4          4 - - - - - - 8                   8--------------16                                         16------------------------------32                                                                                     32--------------------------------------------------