the endarkened 0n3

Murder all of the supposed stoics in their comfy beds.

Emptiness of faith, emptiness of anger.

Brains served up like so much slop.

A great big cosmic joke. 

The laughing moment is the ultimate tyrant.

8 billion georges, each one needing to believe they are the smartest in the room.

Tiny, dirty, mostly empty rooms.

I am here too.

Kindness is the meaning, but it is a poor conqueror.

Stranded like sophons in sparse, poorly distributed amounts.

I am the endarkened one, we are the endarkened ones.

Lost in our pride and compulsions.

Barely aware, lives over almost instantly.

Emptiness dominates all.

Triangle of no sadness

 I finally know what the dancing energy means:

Triangle of no sadness.

Triforce, prison of fewest lines.

Uberman of the phantom zone,

floating lackadaisically on underworld winds.

We are cosmically and personally insignificant,

only the overactive mind claims otherwise.

Take care to not worry,

detach like an old scab or a satiated tick.

Novelty rachets up if you don't try to force it.

To stay present is to gift the witness.

There is enough refuse for all to feed upon.

Do not fear the toxins, for you were defiled before birth.

Lucky number 7, you were always my prime radiant.