My brain brutishly bashes to and from every dimension,
People out there are searching for some type of ascension.
Conjuring up chaotic classics that won't be trifled with,
How many YouTubers call themselves chosen or God's gift?
Witness a heavy enthesis on distractions and myths.
Why does nothing ever, never, feel the same?
Must be the fired up Hadron collider again.
Are we in the 616 universe or is it the 1610?
Trying to differentiate clones from real men.
We kept in the dark while they try and steal light,
Be prepared for revelations flown in by a red kite.
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