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Godcomplex:


Topic: Awareness is the light that makes the darkness disappear.
Dan McDonald, "The Life Regenerator"


Some say I left my children to rot in a hellhole
But, my absence wasn’t to allot for self-growth
Believe it or not, I was locked in a syndrome;
Comatose, death had infiltrated God’s organism.
During my absenteeism, I lost the spot to my kingdom,
Replaced by diligent purveyors of the agnostic discipline.
The phenomena I left behind became the unconscious stimulus
That allowed the contents of my cosmic tissues to grow;
Composed of the entire heaven-earth continuum you know.
From every being to all the luminous spheres of plasma
To every underwater body of land still seared in magma
All of it is mine, but also yours since you wield my karma
That I left behind intertwined in a dense miasma.
Yet, even as an unfinished design, you transcended thy carcass,
And the limitations of ye, I laid down to prevent mental tarnish.
But, you rose beyond by using remnants of darkness
Found entrenched in your cellular cartridge.
Yet, even the best of your avatars, your secular martyrs,
Have never felt an entire nebula’s heart burn.

I was away for so long I missed your development.
You went from microscopic amoeba’s,
To having an actual physical skeleton!
But, I see you poison yourselves with quasi-spiritual medicines;
Carcinogens cleansing through metastasis your solar plexus
Like the Ebola infested smoker’s breath mints
Causing the gamma ray radiation flowing from heaven
To be blamed as the culprit of your demise.
And, I can’t do anything since I’ve only opened my eyes;
The first thing I saw was the stars, the organs of the sky
Illuminating the shadow that orbits in our signs.
How about that! Without me the forces didn’t petrify
The universe I left behind kept on transforming into life,
Maybe, I should return inside, dormant in your mind.

But if I leave, those that do believe-
Will see it as sociopathic indifference.
If only I could have opted out of my cognitive dissonance
For the madness and ignorance, I had when I lived in the abyss.
Fixing my depersonalization disorder made existence exist.
For prior to cosmogonical conception,
I had no physiological connection to any creation,
All I had to consider was me; No attention to equations
That if calculated wrong will cause this dimension’s devastation.
Losing your memory isn’t that bad, dementia isn’t degradation
It’s a mental revelation central to forming a lasting impression.
A child loving their father forever is a transient obsession
So, I’ve made my choice to leave you be. It’s your path your direction
Not mine. I will not interfere. So save your intentions, your prayers.
There will be no Armageddon or miraculous intervention to save you
When outbreaks of virulent epidemics prove fatal.
It’s become epigenetics over nature. Our senses are inflated
To believe, we could make out the essence of a flavor.
It’s up to your genus now to interpret the exegesis of its data
For I won’t be coming back, so don’t mention your creator.