Morgone

Within a moment of eternal ownership,

Recoded Man and Man with womb, a Woman,

Family kin custodian,

Say I shouldn't release this, (witch)

Say I couldn't beat a disease with it and repeat it,(quit)

Say I can't restore us all to favour of the All again,

And then we get to fall again to the floors to begin another way,

My face should say it all, my body language is a phased intellect,

May motion divide the minds from the hosts inside of vessels,

Let's toast to being Manimals, savages of morbid made algorithms,

Suppose so they could manage us, control and even put a ban on us,

silence and try to divide us all,

Violence they hope will come to light on form,

But we are not washed or controlled by any construct of thought,

We never taught, we just guided, applied our wisdom to lore,

We have decided on more, than a fear of love all gone,

Lives Alive but dead and raw, we call them the lead to dawn,

They don't bleed no more, they still feed but more like their mind is void of conscious thought,

Replaced with a state that just eats it, tears it, rips it, Grieves it

It seems it just moves to consume the pieces,

Costic fumes plume rotten mobs of leaning absent vents,

I am causal about the lot like it fashion or bread, avocado basic or sped off