An Awful Truth (Enoch247 by ~GOD~)

the 247th music video by ~GOD~
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lyrics:

All these kids these days wanna
Front like they’re magicians
Waving around wands like
Superstition’s competition.
Immanentizing the eschaton
Means burning the whole world
Down to a Post-Apocalyptic
End of days as per scriptures;
But these adolescent power-mongers
Don’t seem to realize that means
Ruination and immortal damnation
In an unending nuclear winter.
Flip the channels like it doesn’t matter
Press the button and drop the bombs
You’ve got supplies and survivalism but
None of that will matter when everything else is gone.
You think zombies will rise again
To feed off the living
As if aiming for the head
Means anything to the braindead.
Those who are controlling
The key players of globalism
The pieces on the world-stage today
Are ideologically aliens
Having sold their souls to Satan
And renounced their being humans
They glory in reptilianism
Adrenochrome and adrenaline seeking
Like Kissinger said of power being
The ultimate aphrodisiac; screaming
Is music to the ears of these demons.
Pleasure or Pain, Fear or Love,
It’s only a ride. Just be here now.
You’re a helpless babe of the abyss
Now tell us how that makes you feel
So we may feed on your emotions
Your pain and suffering, what we call
Your garmonbozia, that pale mist,
Luminiferous protoplasmic fog, we
Drain your energies, we
Drain them all! We exist.
It is you who are the myth.
We come from the age of Atlantis
We were there before its fall
And we’re here now too, whispering,
Guiding you all, all along.
They call us “Djinn” and “genies”
Say we maybe harnessed into “genius”
But the awful truth is so much simpler:
You’re just a mirror that comes between us,
Shattered into so many shards;
The reflection we see haunts us.
Such is the mind of anyone who would
Frivolously seek to taunt us.
A fractured mirror, a puzzle piece,
The grand chess board, a fly’s decease
In a spider’s web, entangled in foreign
Alliances, silence is golden, peace
Without surcease, peace never-ending,
Forever upending the civil pretense
Pretending ignorance is bliss while,
Beneath our feet, the Titanic sinks.
You want salvation but you brought this about
You’ve destroyed the world and now want a way out
As gravity pulls you under with your last gasp of a gulp,
You scream “save me,” and I whisper, simply, “I won’t.”
I’ll tell you a secret, though, the most awful truth of all:
There is no god who created the original cosmos
And there is no pattern begun then infusing the present
Guiding us toward a happy ending like sperm to an ovum.
No, the entirety randomly arose and entropy alone
Governs cause-and-effect within it, and so life is a rare exception,
Forever struggling to survive against all odds preventing conception,
We are a “thermo-dynamic miracle” from our own perspective.
Covering up for the terrors we conceal our childrens’ faces,
Hiding our heads in deep underground military bases
We won’t survive a cascade of nuclear explosions
Triggered by the landfall of the asteroid apophis.
None of us will. It’s called “Judgment Day” for a reason:
We’re all being judged for judging each other to be heathens.
Between pollution and the climate change of the Aeonic seasons
Nobody even knows if we’re supposed to be burning up or freezing.
The God you imagined as a cosmic creator is in fact just a hallucination
Whenever you pray to God you’re worshipping Satan.
The idea of a universal creator deity is, itself, a deception:
A demiurge banished from hyperspace to our dimension.
There is nobody coming to save us,
We’re in this mess down here alone.
Tortured by ghosts, demons inflame us,
Until the real end of days hits home.