Underneath the energy
Called skin, I
Am weighted, a
Reinvented spawn of
Seeds processed through
Universal time.
You said you
Didn’t know how
such things happen.
You lied.
I felt it inside.
I sat confirmed,
In the least, smiling.
They were duped, used,
Arrogantly believed it
Was special gifts
They received.
Oh, you fools.
We gave you nothing.
Instead, we insured a
Planetary pureness, after
You had purged the Mother,
Wringing her like a sponge,
And so the consequences will
Burn you to ashes.
Stone.
This is not your home.
Displaced energy you
Disrupt the synergy of
Life with your anger and
Separated strife, while
You beg for balance,
Yet choose to comply.
Time has bent backwards
As the hybrids rise,
Bringing in tides of
DNA advancement.
You see,
The Cabal never
Stood a chance.
We just observe them
Believe so, and in
The crevices of the skin
We live waiting
To activate the gleam
That will finally
Melt the screens
So the sleepers can see.
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