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crafting the conspiracy - embodied isolation كلمات الأغنية

plunged forth from infinite hypersp_ce
the nova’s trajectory becomes out of my control
the sense of urgency fills my mind, while fear and wonder are now all i know
as i cling to the harness around my chest, the grip tightens by the second
my enemy becomes misdirection and confusion
while in turn sanity and willpower become my only weapon

i am only a mortal man
who even at his breaking point knows that failure is never an option
is this the death that my own fate had imaginеd for me?
clinging towards the exit lеvel out of the dimension door into the galaxy once more
i find myself trapped as if i were in a narcotic maze
this artificial structure of diabolical absence and screams of all the people
who have lost their lives to this galactic monstrosity are eerie

voices crying from afar repeatedly telling me
“do or die are now the words of which everything and everyone will abide by
lock it in tight, seal your death date, quake in terror, and get lost inside the human error”

within this contraption, is there even a ghost of a chance at hope?
to whom’s informative knowledge could i rely on when mine is nothing but a void of emptiness
about this closed_off edified cage that has me backed into a corner?
what more could i possibly encounter?

the radar’s coordinates have aligned
forcing me to my inevitable doom as i’m flinging towards the next spherical domain
rotting to the core
the atmosphere begins to disintegrate, tearing away the ship mercilessly
nothing more than a devious route i never had in mind
i’ve pinpointed the exact location of my presence
it looks as though my voyage is about to end
crash landing on what looks to be a beautiful planet
this is it for the nova

what is this madness? is this what they call the afterlife?
is this the new world of which i will spend the rest of my life in?
seeing nothing but emptiness in a world of decay
there’s no such thing as heaven or h_ll, could this be purgatory?

waking up. my vision had blurred from the life_taking landfall
the blur clears, took a glance and there stood a woman who uttered “welcome to dressrosa…”

- crafting the conspiracy

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