To the known ends we are

To the known ends we are

It begins here—in the faultless womb

To say time, for existing, is a formidable price

Paid for by the body of your age will be done
So ‘Feed me.’ is all you can say in the end

And all you care for—is your truth to defend

By all the born lies your lips ever will spew Fore-reasoning

Death is the keeper of you
Committing All’s murder against human beings

For All’s plague of life is just empty of filling

With alone the ends’ beauty—be all the dead songs

The ugly understanding of just why fault’s will …

—needs you—to hereby—passively kill
A pity for salvation’s dawn is wasted on time wasting

The endless mourning lives ~ for you believe in you are pointless.

Comforted by intelligence’s twist—

insane machines of power

A suicidal act that fears to harm its insane source

And so, the chessboard is your home, hospital, and kingdom

And you are lo, God of all—

poor players at your table

Moveable fragments in a mathematical equation

All entertainment final—all passivity’s sweet torture
Winning; and never will you lose the game

You only need to know you’re playing—

throughout and out will’s end

And the space where you play … is the land that you own

And the grounds are your reasons to kill or be wound
As Generals reason to know they’ll be called

For the boardroom’s clever—never is the battlefields are here

No more than a thought, or idea, feels the kill of war with eyes

Lest lost, your mind cannot withstand the news of death is real
Propaganda fails here to convince your masturbation’s rule

As maker, breaker, and shape-shifter of all ruling truths

You are all ego suited in comfortable shoes

And respected for knowing that hoping will lose
The faithful?—to you—their all pawns you just use

And money is the blood lust that pours semen like champagne

Excited as Doom giving a toast –

“To inevitable pain!Lest the poor wake to think …”
Now the pleasure of dying to play the next round

As war, hate, and vengeance all play

‘The Big Lie’—with life’s a fooled soldierPaid to take sides and die
And give you bread game

From the graves of dead seeds

To replace their proud armsBorn to kill—honour bound

For you are—the suicide of Humankind

For the fools who believe your loves not a big lie

And idiots, who believe, that mere hopefulness gives …

You can’t kill yourself, for you can’t let them live

For who would protect all of misery’s knowledge?

Who will defend all the pain that life offers?

Who’ll be the guardian of life is fruitless?

Who’ll care for God’s needs to not waste the Evil

The slavery of time needs someone to lead them

To help people choose how to enslave themselves

To guide them toward knowing they cannot raise living

And be there when futile matters become them

And save them from thinking that peace on this world is

And so you cannot knowingly kill your known self

No matter how obvious—

this rationale is

For conscious to die

knowing is your last reason
To the known ends are we

So you cannot kill yourself

You need be just one

Man or woman who lies
To hide the true gender

Of one’s enemy line