Corpses

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split screen psyche, my lens lacerate what the flesh cant fathom

project shattered, perspectives a prism, I bend back patterns

two truths tethered in tension, tremble when text gets canon

read glyphs in the glitch, gods script encrypted in hex dec standards

truths a costume stitched in consensus, I rip seams daily

frame flip shady, mirror my mind, the mime get mislabeled

doubt drip from the mouth of the crowd, crown of the split halo

faith thin as a thread on a theory stitched in a slick fable

see me slip in the syllables, semblance shifting mid sentence

was it real or a figment flipping through frames of existence?

cued illusions in cubes of cognition, cube turn rubik

I recolor the logic to match what the flawed view assumes is lucid

my name aint in their narratives, I narrate with a knifeblade

carve myth in the margin, margin of error my mindspace

eyes chase ghosts in the glass, mask crack, the facade leak

but I breathe in the breach where belief and facade meet

who authored the augur that augments falsehood with polish?

I walk with a gospel thats graphed in code the common demolish

no novice, been nuanced, nuance nodding in nihil

I wove silence in syntax and stitched sound with a stylus

tongue twist like a mobius, loop truth in distortion

they boxed gods in doctrine I boxed back with contortions

my orbit a warping of thought born from distortion

they frame fact as a faction, fractals fracture the portion