Oct 30, 2020
You’re guilty all the same
Too sick to be ashamed
You want to point your finger
But there’s no one else to blame
“We pray for the deleted,” the All-Mother said to her son. “They are unwell. They are unworthy. They are unable to be fixed.”
And with that, The Architect loosed an arrow into Earth. In one fell movement, the oceans were split in two.
But the planet held.
“Curious,” The Architect stated, “That has never happened. We’ve never needed a second arrow before.”
“Try again, my love,” she said dispassionately, “God demands it.”
The Architect nocked another arrow. He took aim.
“Actually,” said the All-Mother, “Wait.”
The Architect relaxed, looking at her.
“Perhaps this was a sign. Somebody’s Prism held that planet together. They could prove useful to us.”
The Architect waited.
“Go. Find them. Bring them to me.”
“Let’s see if Earth is worth my time.”
data.stats.symptoms = [ - fear - obedience - apathy ]
Show me how it ends, it’s alright
Show me how defenseless you really are
Satisfied and empty inside
Well, that’s alright, let’s give this another try