Confusion,
The power of judgement.
We were all pieces of the same puzzle.
Distract, abandon, surprise.
Matter, its all we are.
The creation of a world that turns without a sense.
It is all a misconception to the mind.
Dust and ash, we were comprised of a machine
To move and become.
A vision, an echo of a Clarion Concept.
It clustered the dead with idea an perspective.
Nothing (at all) but a Cloud Manifest
The Maker's Matter.
Matter, its all we are.
It doesn't belong to us.
Confusion is the path for a civilian.
There is no power.
There is no power.
Do not begin to imagine it with sense!
(Surprise, abandon, distract)
Nothing (at all) but a cloud manifest.
The Maker's Matter.
Selfish misery is all we display.
No turning back.
Rows and columns of the living dead
Remain.