Chimera

I will present you with this fornication

Something in space time is logically ill

What can be seen in the rear view mirror

Expectancy was a Mephisto's gasp,

Your past was never quite there

There was nothing that loose in the

Constituents of your substance

It does indeed exist in parts of your

Neural commitments to the mind body,

Or does evil exist?

There was always something paranoid in the

Ways she behaved in your guilt

Conclusions are never to be trusted

You are not dead,

You never existed,

You are not dead

Her devotees were never that pure,

Pure existence was never arbitrary,

Not in my convictions of the truth

She gave the demon seeds life,

The necessity of the game given

Displayed a virtue unseen in you

There is gang grene in the tubes

Of the vermicular ethics of how

Your world view presents itself

Contradictions in terms of how

Your life evolves in the chain of being

I claim you were never a part of reality,

This is where your life lie grows pale,

Never known to your mirror self

She was a creature alive in you

But I put my hand through the

Object of her desire inside your iris

And she ran down my fingers

Like the sand in the desert of your mind

Hell was never an option for you,

Luciferian tolerance yields the given,

Your dissolving truth tables

You are not dead,

You never existed

The sum of all you ever knew

Equals zero

You are not dead,

You never existed