Malediction - Abigail Williams

Lost in something closest to true gnosis

A sociopath’s neurosis born from…

Born from hours spent scorned

Transposing

Transposing

Transposing

And transposing messages

Intentionally skewed and bent

That have encoded why humanity

Has gone the way of…

Has gone the way of the post script

After the experience

A daunting afterthought

Lingers a tenacious sailor’s knot

Tying up past and present moments

Spiraling

Tainted

Pay attention to the golden spiral

That dictates a certain degree of mind rot

Or mind not anything that comes closest

To knowledgeable or knowledge

With its umbrella

With its umbrella shape…

With its umbrella

With its umbrella shape…

With its umbrella

With its umbrella shape…

With its umbrella

With its umbrella

I came from god

The world flaked

I brought them wisdom from above

Worship

Unlibertly

Unloved

They slew me For I did disparage their fall with relations

Lord and marriage

So he might grave without delay

That earth may have swallowed us my friend