the shape of damnation

it's about

EVERY THOUGHT I'VE EVER HAD

and it's about

EVERYWHERE I'VE EVER BEEN

nothing can ever be as precise as the truth, as desperate recollection, but we are humans, we cannot have it, it rules us, we are ruled, we are owned, we are categorized, we are enslaved by routine and regimen and god calls in the order of things knowing that we cannot obscure it, we will not obscure it, we will never purposefully deny ourselves the clarity we so brutally seek and need

what was done creates the world around us. randomness is merely driven by our effervescent seed. we cannot control it and we cannot contain it so we must become it.

there is something out there. we must become it. we must sublimate. we must hide. we must die.

we are nothing. we have to be nothing. we interfere. we must not interfere.

your thoughts? what are your thoughts?

you are only one frightenedly simple coalescence of an endless stream that does not care about you and can hardly be bothered to pass through you. beyond that, it cannot be diverted to pass above or below. lazily, you become determined to accept it.

your thoughts. your truth. you wish to become closer to god, to know the truth.

to determine in absolutes. to complete interminable computation.

you think yourself the one who knew too much. you think yourself burdened with the light undiminished. you think yourself disgraceful of the holy command.

and this is why you are afraid when you love others of your kind. you think yourself unfit to contain that indiscrete multitude.

you cannot have truth. yet, you are afraid to make it. you are afraid to make use of your own two hands.

go on. create it.

make something of yourself.