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"Don't blame the master's tools; it's your conditioned application that loves to honor rules."

-Zisa Aziza

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Firewall

I eat fire and shit ice. 

This hyper-intelligent multivariate parasite is a termite drilling through the dimensions of consciousness. 

While folks are herded into novelty and apathy,

I ponder:

If you believe the threat of nuclear warfare is critical, if this pathogen is weaponizing the destruction of the time-space continuum, your skin is unimportant because your soul can be erased. 

Conscious -- Subconscious -- Unconscious 

User Interface - Operating System - Source Code/Root System 

We are all bugged and hacked via social engineering and entertainment. 

The glitch in the mainframe will be reset. If you cannot override your code, at least you were told. 

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99th Monkey

As a species, we ought to interrogate the mechanisms by which we have been conditioned, for sovereignty does not request permission.

In the pursuit of self-preservation, death is the proposition. 

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“Although I cannot recall what was done, unless time is murdered, I’m coming for that which was spun; do enjoy the short leash of your fun.”

-Zisa Aziza

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Yo, Sis

I saw the moon on your face, and the sea’s waves etched by the shore of your eyes.

A runagate is claiming your port for harbor,  but he’s a sack of lies.

You’d best abort sail, for your soul is his desired rail. 

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Psychoanalytics

You have folks who can’t swim cosplaying lifeguard.

Dysfunction has a bodyguard.

Because we’re in the same ward of society, ain’t nobody really trying to cut the cord; there’s too much money in the discord.

If healing is devoid of play, who’s to say the medicine isn’t poison to lead you astray? 

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Lorn Paragon

If I’m learning, I can’t lose. Wisdom is the bag.

I ain’t chasing status. Health is cultivated. 

Catch me when I’m gone. An imperial fugitive rises at dawn.

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Trinity of Tenets

Avoidance hinders resilience. Dependency favors peasantry. Adaptability repels fragility. Sovereignty demands creativity. Descent ferments ascent.

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Legal Tender

Seeking dividends  from the loot;

Evil is astute.

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Spell: 054

Hungry Ghosts are hunters, the way cancer needs sugar, parasites are fatal lovers.

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Somatic Synergy

When I was compelled to temper a temperamental earthquake, folk seemed to personify stalled walking tsunamis. 

My alchemical attenuation of adversity was a surgical strike intervention that reconstructed the leylines of destiny. 

Cataract clouds are a cleared fog.  It’s first light, and I’m swinging on an oak log.

My epilogue is the splintered smog of a renounced timeline that side-swiped the reclaimed prologue.

From the ashes of my scales, my soul was wrung; Within my cells, an atomic bell has rung.

I bear the Wand of God in my tongue; The mystery of my venom is unsung.

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Heavy is my Heave

A mule named Vera bore a goat named Sophia, who was cut out of her womb;

And yet, truth was always a stranger. 

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The land of the free is death parading  on the plasma  of conscripted debtors

When you must pay to breathe, whose ledger lives on a spree?

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Vast Disintegration

Trauma is a neurotoxin that, when left unmetabolized, the compounded effect normalizes spiritual neglect. 

In our society, where we embrace disharmony with our ecosystem and biosystem, capitalism is a duplicitous covert orchestration that weaponizes intellect to stall evolution because our sustained disconnection with nature is a measure for reinforced entropic protection.

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Recomposition 

I fumigated my life  without changing my bed.

When the infestation is in your head, a set of new sheets can relocate  your trajectory—no need for receipts.

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Chiaroscuro

I’ve been roaming the desert,  and you are a sparkling waterfall.

Don’t ask me why my eyes  twinkle with a drawl.

I’m waiting for which of us will be the first to sprawl.

I promise my thirst won’t maul, but my skin craves a delicate brawl.

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Spell: 053

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall:

Can the proper woman  wet my volcano before I fall?

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Earth's Zoo

If we don't burn, we can't rise. If we deny the past its reckoning, the requisite reconciliation, we jeopardize.

I'm offering butter while knowing my bloodline was fried. My grandmother's grandmother came home from church  to see her home ablaze because the KKK is impelled to tyrannize.

My mother lost her home because subprime loans were a legalized predatory extraction for banks to reorganize the properties it owns. 

My blood knows too much the truth got me gripped,  I can't unclutch. 

I'm passing through with a bird's eye view;  When uncloaked clarity is a taboo, you gotta wonder who's bleaching the stew.