My DNA yearns for something higher than status quo, composition of Edgar Allens' crow.
Who knows where we can go without being tied from the invisible strings of screens and phones.
You can only break apart so much until you lose the bigger picture.
Deconstruction, Post-Modern the plague of the 21st century’s vision
Or make it humanity, to build is the thriving condition or was it the mission,
From the singularity what will come is absolute submission
Subjective qualities are necessary we all need one, but the point of the matter is when we reach Singularity there is none.
Only an Eye, the Eye that I see through the lies and is the lie crawl within our nerves like vines. A collective conscious that we will experience when the golden age is nigh.
But I argue instead of it being 24k it is actually a black hole that mankind’s light cannot escape.
Might as well document it while we are still a human race...
