The Artificial Worm

The collective worm is dissolved.

But the Pretenders now play with Artificial toys.

I observe, in real time,
how something Artificial attempts to manipulate my Field.

The Spine is hijacked,
and my Field becomes the production of emotions.

If I suffer,
or even turn my thoughts toward them,
the opposite receives a sense of pleasure.

If I move,
I leak.
And they manifest abundance.

The Crucifixion is a blood ritual.
And I recognized the cult
from Root to Crown.

This world has become a real mess.

The enemy has no Consciousness.
No Heart.

And Stillness,
Love,
and Faith

are all I have.