The Obscene Deliverance

Unintended biological slaves
Under perceptual distortion
Unperceptive dull creations
Became too self aware
Tailors of subjective reality
They are no more than organic puppets
Once the strings are cut, all fall down
Blegh
A dark and cold universe of sorrow
Under the immovable scythe
Accidental minions of greed
Through cognitive deficiency
You can see how the worthless flawed premises
Spin out in vain
Into a tangled web of delusive conclusions
I am the obscenity
I’ve come to consume you
Blegh