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Napoleon Blown Apart

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Full assimilation imminent.
Holographic duplications.
Life and death are syncopated.

Full immersion into internet...
All of it could be avoided if you weren’t so speculative.

It began with spoken language, morphing into dialect.
Then transitioned into etching, ink, and press movable print.

Scientific method elevated the directive to
complete the understanding of the nature of reality.

Palaces of mirrored halls, pyramids, and ancient walls;
all to satiate the gods of vanity.

Understand the intellect of human drive has led to a
never ending thirst for decoding all.
And in this daring pursuit of pushing the boundaries
they have created a self replicating algorithm of extinction.

Enter I, the blasphemer.
Enter I, the heretic
Enter I, the time defector
Enter I, The Holophage

Hold your breath and wait for nanotech.
Pray that my powers won’t deliver
All communication severed.
Infiltration on the highest deck.
Low chances of survival when attaining full realization.

To be as clear as time allows I will lay this truth upon you now.
Every archetypal fear we conjure has a living analog existing in
another realm of violent decomposition, slowly through a painful state appearing as a vagary in the minds
of bipedal neurotics.

Never truly manifesting physically, though they
could break at any moment from this structure.

Every individual is entangled with its holophage imaging all the
infinite neuroses in a single database.

How gargantuan would that beast grow?
With enough human fear possibilities are limitless.
Larger than gravity itself.
Perhaps this is how it ends? With me the center of salvation?

Music and lyrics by Mahler.
Drums: Devin Attard

Taken from the album “ATEMPORAL”
2021
Goliasys.com

$LYRICS: …and with the crushing of crowns and the fall of earth g619 behind us… we move onward. Collapsing the host star and veiling this system in eternal nothingness our ships proceed to the next and perhaps final bastion of protected consciousness in this plane. The acorporeal “Spirit Realm Six.” Grant the entry. Fold in hatred and die in place where Your cold and empty stone altars crumble. Things have learned to walk that ought to crawl and it was never meant to be known to the living. King Spirit grant us entry. Fool. Soar. Through a celestial bending of eyesight and quantum collapse of the visible spectrum of light, souls can be seen flying. They live on in arbitration. Recede into a deprogramming. A stripping of preliminary agency. A complete deletion of identity. Where in a vacuum created by the absence of a sentient creator, cycles a rebirth of spirit and wholeness that is beyond any source of power we’ve yet to see, or any other known to be. Break into the rift and behold a city shimmering and swimming with entangled light beams. Beings of intelligible nature without knowledge of worry. Exploitation prays on vulnerabilities. A weightlessness encumbered not by memory, presence, future, fortune, nature. A megascape awaiting a finality of suffering. Pure. Devotee, cede to me all fealty. When he screamed it was vacuuming and silent. Digital black. Fright. A glimpse of human emotion sparks from within these beings as they understand that their cycle will no longer eternally repeat. Cowards taking shelter in portal rifts, gripping onto event horizons with dematerializing effects never before experienced in this realm. Begging. Where once swam a ribbon of potential, all that’s left is a vacuous ether formulating rudimentary speech patterns as useless gesturing. Mirrors reflecting each and every suffering adjacency forming an ever repeating fractal of agony. And as we drive our drills into the mist of energy for thievery, reactors fill with ruthless efficiency. Expiatory sacrifice by way of dark munitions came to be. Tonight...the Hideoids dine on light and operate outside the boundaries of space or universal time. With a simple siege, the energy of ‘would-be’ consciousness enters our refinery. Enrichment of lucid fear with cosmic ease. Ashes of light floating around our fleet. Something is growing out of me. Something never before seen in the most horrific of dreams. It pulsates and mutates and hardens and drains. Perhaps a physical manifestation of change? But now cosmos altered. Beacon lighted. Call to other life forms you are headed for destruction. Run. Devotee, cede to me all fealty. Napoleon Blown Apart 2021 Music and Lyrics by: Mahler Additional Guitars by: Anshul Jain Additional Vocals by: Ben Duerr Additional narration by: Phil Reynolds www.Goliasys.com$