rhythms of the verse

[messyah]

the tides of history elbow out of the way
the grim tides of multitudes rise.
pillars cannot stand against the weight of exponential change
the only freedoms left will be the axes of the universe.

the decade of wireless transferance has begun

to be followed by the hell of oil,
our next great prophesied doom that will fire the treadmills
over the skulls of the weak
grinding the poor into a bridge to the future

warlock naturetech will make [angels|devils] of us all

tread the path of the white anti-satan

move your body and still your mind

pray for the techno-rapture
or any kind rapture at all

pray for the techno-rapture and dance to the drums

current calculations condemn us to a deadening echo
of our shout into forever, so let's make it LOUD.

dance to the drums