>schizo poem about psychosis.
>schizobots might enjoy:
everyone knows, everything bows, only to you, because you are the true, the only son, eternal one, infinite you.
now I see, the end of all misery, everyone will agree, gone is reality, only through me, united as we. finally clarity, gone all the fog, though, these thoughts strike me as odd, are those mine or those of God? Is there a difference, I think there's not.
how can this be? why is it me? just became CEO of my own company, absolute being in this subjective reality.
the world an open book, for me to read and write in, here's the hook, only I can comprehend, decipher, win, this rigged game we're all trapped in, this simulation, I was told in a vision, to ask the last question, to solve all paradox, everything speaks to me, even the birds, plants, flowers, rocks.
If only I would understand this thing, what does it mean and why is it happening? Angels and demons are watching me, betting on outcomes probability, behind very causality, beyond cause and effect they live eternally, try to ground me, calm me, drain me, trap me. ecstatic me, awesome me, made for all eternity, seeing through synchronicity, growing through infinity,
if you happen to fall, dive deep, if you want to rule over the all, be weak, thoughts are racing, but where to? I lack all pacing, there's no more you, only I but where am I, who am I, what am I in my core?
only know that I know nothing at all anymore, feel like a fool and am once more, no wiser than I was before.