The program is the form of consciousness where you aren't spiritually connected.
The power of it is your disadvantage, now the evil tries to use it against your consciousness.
They take advantage of meanings of meaningless, digging into your weaknesses.
They shove digests down your throats, yet I'm the one whose wrong to say that the thing that's dead is hope?
You're the one who want's to run and play pretend in a playground of shit.
Now you're a subconscious degrading narcissist, ignorance is not bliss.
You're the one who wants to run from anything that's not "fun".
You are all fucked.
I'm only trying to help, but go ahead and twist the incense and the narrative.
Say that I'm prejudice when you're the one who acts they're the smartest.
You're the one who entered my fucking room.
Swallow it.
White hesitation marks, a metaphor for scars.
What I see is real because hallucinations don't leave marks.
Don't even try to call this unneeded, your mind hasn't bloomed.
You're the one who entered my fucking room.
Swallow it.
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