The Obscene Deliverance

Unintended biological slaves
Under perceptual distortion

Unperceptive dull creations
Became too self aware
Tailors of subjective reality
They are no more than organic puppets
Once the strings are cut, all fall down

A dark and cold universe of sorrow
Under the immovable scythe

Accidental minions of greed
Through cognitive deficiency

You can see how the worthless flawed premises
Spin out in vain
Into a tangled web of delusive conclusions

I am the obscenity
I've come to consume you