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