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Prologue.


Mankind had reached a point of no return. The wheel that once had been set in motion by the Age of Enlightenment had now been lost in speed. There was no stopping it now. Each scientific discovery propelled the wheel onwards, accelerating the speed of evolution. And the prophets called it beautiful. They were scientists who'd gone mad of the power they now held, for after disproving the existence of God in the year 2359, they saw themselves as immortals. However, the universe was breaking at the seams, and soon the tear in the valve of the cosmos was too great, and the nothingness poured in, drowning the essence. At that point “Time” - as anyone would ever know it - stopped existing and merged with the nothingness.


GODMACHINE HAS BEEN REACHED.


I.


The man stood at an edge of green

While the abyss swirled around

Inside the swirl, he could see

The moon and stars and sun


When he listened, with eager ears

The abyss spoke in sound

At that moment he realized

What always had been done


Time is lies

Time is seconds

Time is irony

Time is death

Time is key

Time is smoke

Time is light

Time is end


Time is not illusion

But it's close

Slimy circumfusion

Bizarre prose


Time is never there

Where you were

Particles in air

Which we prefer


II.


The 'Idols' descended from the heavens in ca. 700 B.C. Earthen Time, although their visit was short, as this was a time of great unrest across the valve of the cosmos. When a transcendent being steps on 'mortal' ground his far more evolved aura causes a disease in those less advanced. That was when the Earthen man was afflicted with a DNA disorder that would on occasion spew forth anomalies, such as J.S. Bach and W. A. Mozart. When the 'Idols', (now called 'aliens') returned in 2109, mankind offered them the works of Bach and Mozart as proof of their advance, but the alien race was uninterested in mankinds boasting and sharing of what to them were just some ideas. Years earlier, there was a man who wrote a text that touched upon all these matters slightly, without him himself ever quite realizing it.


Thousand years ago

My kin and kind was born

But our blood was cursed

We were met with scorn


Outside them we hide

Observe, without discord

We don't need their strife

We lament their horde


Soon mankind will face

The stars and cosmos seas

The valve casting night

Opens for all to see


That's how we'll die

Physical form descends

Futility and despair

Inside a bitter end


And I just despise

All those who die

Without a self

Without a honest reason why


Because they fall

Within hype of the land

Their fate always sealed

By the ones in command


Thus search yourself

And question now

Are you a clone

To whom do you bow


He is the Rotating Man

His brain is made of marzipan

He has no money and he has no fame

He'll never be happy because it's a game!


I am lies

I am seconds

I am irony

I am death

I am key

I am smoke

I am light

I am end


III.


The archive, or THE archive, as most entities like to say, is a two dimensional planet hanging down from the valve of the cosmos, approximately 12 million light years from Earth and 700 million light years from the origin of space time. Its libraries and contents would later be hugely beneficial in the programming of the Oracle Machine, and the following song, The Grey Autumn in The House of Starlight, would be the tipping point for scientists who now would be able to understand themselves enough to understand the machine they were building.


Walking to the city

I see them burning

The grey wind is moving the flames apart


A black sound echoes through the mountains

The cold rain guides it all around


Outside the walls

A man is laughing

Their house is slowly crumbling down


The acid sea boils beneath the heavens

Ashen rain a curtain, window, crown


IV.


In some galaxies it was said that in the day of the apocalypse, the giant tapestry monster would break trough the valve of the cosmos and climb in; its feet as tall as the universe itself. His fury was not so much a rage than a duty to fulfill, like the Janitor who in the end of the day comes to clean all the toys left by the neighbor kids.


It happened in a dream

A voice inside of me

Showed me burning skies

Asked me to come by

Before we would die


And now I know his face

The tapestry of deep space

A being rather kind

Although not designed

Beyond time and mind


I am the tapestry, the janitor, the caretaker

And this valve is running out of time

I am the fabric, the Godman, the deity

And I've come to take you back


The dream felt so real

I almost did not see

What he did to me

To sanity I was blind

To insanity entertwined

Now I walk this road

Ready to explode

Trying to withdraw

From the things I saw

The things I saw in awe


I am the watcher, the guardian, the leviathan

And this valve is running out of time

I am the particle, the first child, the giant

And I've come to take you back


V.


In the end we simply embraced 6.53 by becoming to terms with 5.633, 5.641 and all the others above 6.0, most notably 6.522. We became aware of our own Eye, our programming.


The man saw a plain of green

While the abyss swirled around

Behind the swirl, he could see

The moon and stars and sun


When he opened, his eager mind

The abyss spawned through sound

At that moment he realized

What never had been done


Epilogue.


Perhaps it all was just a rare thunderstorm in spring... 

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