Limited

There's so much to do,
to die for, and time, zero.
to think ahead.

but death,
desire of the few,
and still inevitable.

oh,
this tortured void,
distant and deserted cry,
the wolf, the wolf!
you have become.

none for one,
one for none,
but alive the more,
in this agony of the beast,
the monster of all desires,
the kind one is attracted to,
evil itself,

dark nonchalant vagrant of this populated society of the hurt and fixed assets of corporations and this twisted industrialized and mechanized components of something already done for us,
the emancipation of our duties,
now we can follow and destroy everyone's road because its ours the only one,
as gods fight within us, within our realm of sickness and pain,
drugs and flavored feeling of compassion,
when tortured by the faction of gods,
by doing their dirty work,
they, those mask with their gods engraved in them,
test our abilities to become our fear,
the fear imposed onto us as for those who want to cross the tangible invisible line of do versus do not do,
in fact,
always do what you are told, even when you do not, it's all part of the game,
a silly game to test us from our limits and provide those with the guts to do it,
the ceremony
and then,
steal it from them,
the first ones,
what we want,
the whole territory where gold and slaves are,
just fulfill my destiny by evolving into a mass-less opportunity of time and space.

were we are the watchers of the watched,
controlling the waves of times and space.
touching the tits of her unborn child,
the fetus of life,
molding it,
mutating it,
burning it,
until she then is fed by it,
blooming it all out,
as hate and anger pushes you out,
giving birth to a faceless nightmare,
were the blood of her wounds,
are the nature of our existence,
when were alive and conscientious,
otherwise against her dreams,
when we don't understand her love towards us,
and eat her all
we just become finite, limited.