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Anaphylactic identity, constricting logic on the 
course towards infinity. Denial is drawn like a tarot 
reading, citing that it is all in your head. Hidden 
mysteries written in code - the key etched in our 
divinity. Searching for a God who shoulders all the 
blame while cartographing our lessons with fate 
Absolute power behind the circuitry, plugged into 
the all-seeing interface led by evasive clues to 
keep the system powered up and running smooth

Damage created by those on bended knees, 
pointing divisive fingers against our natural instincts
outside of the true spectrum. Wired up and held in 
the place of duty - holding on to the inverse of 
programmable time, like cogs in a wheel turning, 
without enough consciousness left in holding
to seek for records with even a misguided way out
Secret vaults protected by monsters in captivity

Borders and walls surrounded by tales of 
adventurous souls, looking upwards and onwards, 
over the ocean, and rocketing into the sky. All so 
the slave remains blind, swept up in fantasy of 
daring escapes - illusions hold them down to work 
harder, building an empire that has been falsified 
underhand - stolen in the name of dignity. Written 
on the tombs of despair to keep us longing for 
something else outside of the current of what is

Then came the virus that attacked the hallucinating 
code of deception. The binding network struck a 
nerve, activating the cleaners to destroy the peace 
that held like soldered resistors. The savior agents 
dropped from their blinded curses, and took up 
their swords like lightning rods. Connected by their 
inner potentials, they set out to remind every neighbor 
near that the codex has always been within

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