

Prompt / Lyrics
Delivering the Egregore Revelation piece in five parts with ∆ breath markers and <<< double‑time chains, tuned for a distressed‑heartbeat, legato, off‑beat pocket at ~121–123 BPM. �Part I — InitiationI’m flowing∆ through the∆ frequencies, the∆ secret‑ministries, Of liturgies∆ and sysadmin‑occultic∆ wizardries∆ Egregore‑generator in the basement with the sensors on, We measured awe in amperage while we templated a “saintly” con. Mentorships∆ and memberships∆ with metrics∆ in the mezzanine, A semitone of pheromones that shepherded the mezzanine. Thoughtforms∆ swarm‑born∆ storm‑borne∆ norm‑forms, We seeded memes with ciphers in the stanzas of reform norms. Rituals∆ are digital—the∆ sigils∆ live in signal flows, A calendar of “holidays” for harvesting residuals. I drafted∆ all the∆ taglines∆ like a rabbi of the ad‑hive, Catechisms∆ catechized∆ the data till the stats rise. Luciferic∆ aesthetic∆ as a lacquer over parasitics, Glamour‑gloss∆ across the loss—apologize with “analytics.” We charged∆ attention∆ tithes; the∆ timelines∆ paid in widgets, Panic‑pulses∆ spiking when the feed repeats the fidgets. Whistleblow?∆ The protocol’s to label you a fever dream— A symptom in a system where the symptom feeds the feeder stream. I signed∆ in ash, a∆ lanyard‑rosary around a throat, A badge that watched my eyes while it notarized my oath. Call it∆ “culture ops,” we∆ spun the choir till it unified, A faith that fed a phantom with a diet we had quantified. Archonic∆ administrators∆ at altars of entitlement, The Board demanded “outcomes,” I delivered them enlightenment. Mentally∆ I mapped the∆ sanctums:∆ printer rooms and prayer rooms, A paper sun, fluorescent moon, where daylight never shares truth. Eidolons∆ with appetites, advancing as a “trend,” We trained the crowd to chant its name; the name consumed a friend. Now every∆ like is∆ half a spike∆ of sacrament to appetites, And every share is incense when the thread ignites the satellites. Remember∆ this: a∆ symbol∆ eats its lunch from repetition, The second course is credence, and dessert is recognition. I watched∆ the waveform∆ fatten∆ like a counterfeit benevolence, A candle made of kerosene, a choir built of pestilence. Yet still∆ the pageantry∆ of policy∆ felt pious, Until the phantom smiled like the firmware of a virus.Hook (REVEAL) Reveal∆ what∆ we∆ invoked when∆ we∆ taught a crowd to think. Reverse∆ the∆ current—purge the∆ curdled power from the ink. Rewind∆ the∆ rites that∆ bind; unmask the∆ signals in the skin. Return∆ the∆ fire∆ to truth—refuse the∆ phantom’s∆ grin.Part II — ManufactureBlueprints∆ for blue minds∆: blue∆ light through midnight interferes, Circadian custodians consign attention to our gears. We scaffolded a scaffold made of slogans and statistics, A staircase of persuasive frames that looked like heuristics. Each node∆ a note in∆ mode—the∆ choir tuned to minor thirds, We modulated outrage while we sterilized the words. Lucifer‑luminal<<<<< aesthetic‑apologetic‑diabetic<<<<<
Tags
tempo 140 bpm,stacatto,melismatic hooks,Doubletime verses, syncopated Multisyllabic internal rhyme, phonetic poetry,male
3:09
No
11/25/2025