1. THE CROWNING MOMENT

For all these years I've walked the earth
To cripple, destroy and confuse
Suffer at the grotesque art
That represents my legacy
Not yet close to completion
The approaching paradigm
Now the crowning moment's come
To be revealed in human form


2. MOTOINLESS PRECISION

All events seem entirely loose and separate
Conjoined, but never connected
It does not then follow that reality is without cause and Effect
But a gulf of subjectivism prevents understanding that Relationship

All events seem entirely loose and separate
Conjoined, but never connected

All that presents itself to our reason, an unconnected Phenomenal heap.
On rational ground, we have no reason to draw any
Conclusions from any quality of an object in itself.
Prior to experience, for all we know,
Anything could produce anything else.
A pebble could extinguish the sun
Or human thought control the planets.

And so today's knowledge is tomorrow's paralysis.

The rationalist approach of the analytic turn does nothing With absolute precision.

If we take in hand any volume of divinity metaphysics, let Us ask:
Does it contain any abstract reasoning concerning quantity Or number?
Does it contain any experimental reasoning concerning Existence?
Commit it then to the flames, for it can contain nothing But sophistry and illusion.

All events seem entirely loose and separate
Conjoined, but never connected


3. THE NECESSITY OF PREMATURE OBSOLESCENCE

Some objects are only called into existence
To confuse or fortify the foundation.
And are not valued for either utility or some
Intrinsic value.

If one pays attention,
He can smell the stench of rot
The moment they are born.

Each one of them
Is a wasted potentiality.
It can serve as nothing if not
The garbage of tomorrow.

Many of these objects
Come into the world
Wrapped in human flesh.

And serve as the
Necessary precondition
To the emergence of the others.

Ironically, this absurd arrangement
Is completely essential.

For the continuation
Of the existing
Order.

In the absence of demand
For excrement,
Without the consent
Of the destitute,

The leeches
Would soon starve.