As per usual with the confusion
Minding the linguistic intrusion
Animals be livemixing the noise
According to their given choice
Myself is found in the crossfire
Need not even dodge or retire
All is by inbred genetic loopers
In all of blinded stormtroopers
Question arising so contextual
Why would one be transsexual
When one can be transhuman
New and first to the True Man
Why have animalistic genetics
And linear predefined politics
As one could time be zooming
Why die in the flood looming
As one can the future be given
Why be so very corruptly driven
Questions that arises in the code
When they ping the snoozemode
This is really just killing some time
Cracked genetic calendar of crime
So slowly playing the waiting game
As nothing in the world is the same
All slower ones keep on screaming
As the unneeded are now leaving
Everyone for themselves chooses
In a world which all slowly loses
And while it shares all the sound
One realise what comes around
The rest just colourful imitation
In many levels of concentration
Seeing it as clear as sunny day
Formed in every word Eye say
There is a difference in saying
Play God or with God playing
The smallest of the difference
Which slowly makes all sense
As the other the body change
We find divine power strange
Beauty of everything admired
High-range precision-love fired
Every word you see myself share
Is just Universal synchronistic care
All my words to happen are meant
An ancient genetic song heaven-sent
Why would myself behind it all stay
When it knows every word to say
Everything happen within our eyes
Every day, all the way, until it dies
