*WARNING*

*WARNING*

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The path blinds the one from the deep secrets, an illusion, a reality based upon rules. these rules govern that our intellect can only be based upon two sets, morale and immoral. A small change is a huge turn.



we our the signature, the blood that is tipped on scriptures//
minds our our fixtures that control everyday things//
we our the reason why power has become none//
we continue to exist, people will hype upon a new myth//
to conclude shit, but all ends in blood, sweat and arguments//
we our the replacement - patients of the experimentational agents//
we live by an A, colon, slash ,execution, set node, code infusion
we our the encryption, a code which is broken by 7 elements//
we our earth, that has buried the surivival methods//
we our the visitors that enhabited this planet//
left a group of species to see how they would managed//
we our the eyes, a thousands satilites//
watched right from re-birth to pre-die//
we our the binary, a minority which lives upon morality//
we our masked upon our reality//
we our the ones who try to organize shit, like the 7 seas//
we our the media that portrays of types of mythical shit//
to force your direction with images, and words from the propaganda genisis//
we our the ones who found mysticism in the children// ( www.neotech.com)
victims of the goverment, a kiss to settle them//
we our humanities only people who have mastered mastery//
practically we can control men from our seats//
we our darkness, a monument, a liquidised fire marching//
we our the illumation from ya bulb, a camera which is installed//
to watch you type on the rap-board from our home//
we our the things in the corners of your eyes//
we push people to go beyond the borders of there lives//
we our the substitute, logic-proof minds that can move//
we our movement of convection, we our the sparks from ya friction//
we our the reason you feel cold shivers//
we our the people who interect with prisoners//
so when they are realised they stick to the good shit//
we our a stomach ache, we were the ones we had eaten ya bruvvas cake//
we our the the reason cats purr, the reason why fish rise to emerge//
we our the one, a million single, a vomit from an empty stomach//
the one who makes you think, its all fucked up


The path blinds the one from the deep secrets, an illusion, a reality based upon rules. these rules govern that our intellect can only be based upon two sets, morale and immoral. A small change is a huge turn.