Holographic priest with hedonistic tendency
Should there be a tunnel for just you and me?
While operations try and breed reprieve
Staring out at the galaxy begging to believe
Mass production of what we cannot say
Build the bridge while you restrain decay
Lattice work of ice twinned with remorse
Should we try and fashion new divorce?
Instead of simply carving at the cloth
Honing on the edge of real imagined loss
Coding all the cores which contain our demise
The very same ones from the ooze of terrify
Holographic priest with hedonistic tendency
Should there be a tunnel for just you and me?
While operations try and breed reprieve
Staring out at the galaxy begging to believe
Patricide will soon be the way
The promise that was made today
Before the blue gave way to black
The void from which we can’t come back
That is why we default by design
Blanketing our realms with layers of grime
Moments before the rest will scream and die
The very same ones that started off this vie
Holographic priest with hedonistic tendency
Should there be a tunnel for just you and me?
While operations try and breed reprieve
Staring out at the galaxy begging to believe
Simon A Jackson - Writer 