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 ...

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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.