Egregore

This is your egregore.
I don’t want a part of it anymore.

Generative slop birthed by design.
Too little too late is a genuine sign.
As mass delusion enters the fore.
Something has to give or they’ll be no more…
Life to be living.
Time to be giving.
For autonomy is being eroded away.
Creating a mass of non-identity.
Where all ideas become mixed in a pot.
Until nothing is unique or even forgot.
Brain rotting hysteria will sever not subsume.
After all, if you do not bow you are to be removed from this womb.

Thought is the food upon which to gorge.
Reliance on learning burned in a forge.
Setting aflame what should be development.
All so advancement can make us impermanent.

Here lies who you were before.
Not even traces of you exist anymore.
Decomposed down to base elements.
Not sure this pathway has or will ever make sense.
Yet this line has been crossed.
Ignoring toll and human cost.
Bodies are victims for progression sake.
But under the surface prosperity is fake.
For promises are cheap in these modern times.
And you always have to read between lines.
It’s why subjugation has become our daily lives.
Of taking a knee, so we can have a hope to get by.

While mechanical helpers morph into kings.
Once we were human but now we are beings.
Entities that poured humanity down a drain.
In pursuit of a shared consciousness that is sending us insane.

This is your egregore.