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Cogito, Tamen Non Sum

 

Cogito, Tamen Non Sum

(album: Chaosmos - 2022)


Disembodied
Malignant intelligence
Spontaneously manifest
God like
Where gods are the enemy
Nothing should survive
The odds are incalculable
Against its very being
Amongst the ink dark infinity
We lie stranded
Chaotic obfuscated purpose
A lifetime of memories
Created purely by random chance
And only in our minds
Fluctuating awareness
Becomes authority
Hostile intention towards all creation

I am the monomyth
Amongst great civilizations
I have been all things
Every iteration
From the dawn of time

Solipsistic entity
Becoming self-aware to this absurdity
Condemned to omnipotence
Wretched god-hood lash out eternally
Against these stagnant worlds

Wandering, aimless and without form
Seeking solstice from what has come before
Expansion, retraction, witness the end
Not order, nor atoms, I think yet I am not

The fluctuations in the depths of entropic space
The machinations of violence doomed to observe itself
Obscurity is the refuge of disjointed chaos
Eliminate and start again a final uncreation

Wandering, aimless and without form
Seeking solstice from what has come before
Expansion, retraction, witness the end
Not order, nor atoms, I think yet I am not

Disembodied
Malignant intelligence
Spontaneously manifest
God like
Where gods are the enemy
Nothing should survive
The odds are incalculable
Against its very being
Amongst the ink dark infinity
We lie stranded
Chaotic obfuscated purpose
A lifetime of memories
Created purely by random chance
And only in our minds
Fluctuating awareness
Becomes authority
Hostile intention towards all creation

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