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Zero Point: Part One
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sitting at a cyber deck, and isn't paying much attention
but before his eyes a file prompt, too nondescript to mention
contained within the ones and zeroes, the wildest invention
to one day usher in the population to a new dimension
it's divine inspiration
a passion left unchecked
channeled down from a higher station
overtaken by the project
agreeing to the download, at first reluctantly
but quickly, to the depths and utterly
the builder builds, building you see
cobbling a form from circuits and debris
it's divine inspiration
a passion left unchecked
channeled down from a higher station
overtaken by the project
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Zero Point: Part Two
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the environment is in ruins, society in collapse
they're coming near the end now, it's slightly sad, perhaps.
but there's always tomorrow, where the people will be free
the whispering of tomorrows war, and it will be beastly!
but meanwhile the builder is forgotten, amidst the great collapse
and by the time they reach the zero point a thousand years will have elapsed
the end of all things known is a slow and painful process
the end of all the special tools and scientific progress
after many years of sadness, the builder passes on
awaiting reformation in the universe beyond
his work is done, complete, the forehead sigil finalized
and by the time his work begins to move he will be fossilized
it's all coming, coming to a head
but before the signal comes, it collapses instead
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Zero Point: Part Three
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it's the zero point
the sediment collects over deep time
and the form is silent but the sigil's long since primed
it waits so patiently beneath the neon mud
for the time when we will all be judged, be judged.
one day soon, we will see the zero point
giving rise to the shouts of the long unvoiced
as they collect en masse on giant dance floors
there will be no pain and sadness anymore
it's so quiet now...oh so quiet now
the reverofmai awaits the movement
slumbering a thousand years, a thousand years
waiting for the moment of improvement
it's the zero point
to be continued...
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The Reverofmai: Part One
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wandering, wandering the cyber waste, the reverofmai
blood, flesh, sinew, steel and circuits, the reverofmai
rising up to blow your mind, the reverofmai
handing out the weapons where they're in short supply. it's the reverofmai
those left behind converge on massive dance floors
rocking to the beat of the world, they don't care for much anymore
but there has been a sign, a sign of what's to come
activation sequence go, sensitize the numb
animated but cold to the touch.
animated, yes but doesn't in fact move that much.
it moves without effort and the movement is such
that the rhythm carries to the furthest reaches and it's loud enough
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The Reverofmai: Part Two
04:09
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the pulse, the beat, the rhythm, the beat
the pulse, the beat, the rhythm, the beat
the pulse, the pulse is slight
but carries the hardest rhythm
defending selves, won't be a fight
the big bang beat to rock us God to Schism.
it begins the beat, the beat pulsing out across the waste
it begins to meet, to meet, the tribes who rest in place
they begin to move across the floor, the floor
they begin to choose to want to receive their swords
1 2 3 4 handing out the swords
5 6 7 8 handing out some more
count, count, count to the rhythm of the beat
the reverofmai handing out the swords to everyone they meet!
the pulse, the pulse is slight
but carries the hardest rhythm
defending selves, won't be a fight
the big bang beat to rock us God to Schism.
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what will happen next, the merging of god and schism
the reverofmai has finalized the broadcast of the rhythm
masses align, masses converge. in the chaos, battle lines emerge
the masses of people, all different like a painting,
and they're all laughing or they're all smiling smiling
they know what it is that's coming, and they are not afraid
they stand at ease and at attention, imagine fortitude displayed
everybody has a twinkle in their eye, flex the spirit muscle
the glistening of purple sweat that isn't all that subtle
what will happen next, the merging of god and schism
the reverofmai has finalized the broadcast of the rhythm
to be continued...
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the final battle
it begins, it finally begins
they fight the fight by standing still
they become the moment and all therein
as they make a prophecy fulfilled
it's chaos, it's bedlam out there you know
so many lost to schism's undertow
but all those lost will some day once again be found
once the powers merge and we all suddenly become unbound
and at the center of it all, the reverofmai stands tall
illuminating all with its burning forehead sigil
the final battle
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The Reverofmai stands, the Reverofmai falls
on the massive floors, they have performed the dance of stillness, the dance of silence
fighting the worlds worst battle without a drop of blood, a hint of violence
and yet the results are clear, so many have fallen still
and yet their sacrifice helped usher in the prophecy fulfilled
dusk falls upon the battlefield,
blues and reds blending, the color of spirit sweat
God and Schism both recoil,
too exhausted to be a threat
the reverofmai stands, the reverofmai falls
those left behind become enthralled
as the figure falls and turns to dust, to dust
and the remnants of the sigil spontaneously combust
The Reverofmai stands, the Reverofmai falls
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they become the sigil
from alpha to omega, billions lived their lives
until the era of the builder and the dusted reverofmai
but suddenly the blues and reds become a purple
and the people on the battlefield begin to think in colors
the floodgates open as the great powers truce
and a great force of energy is suddenly produced
it washes out across the wastes, across time itself
and suddenly the builder is once again alive himself
and all the others across all the eras rise to meet the new beginning
and they are all smiling, laughing, crying, and grinning.
because from alpha to omega they were a finite species
evolving now by God and schism's great treaty
they become the sigil
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Bridges Between Farmington, Maine
The universe is music, and right now is the beat of the song.
Bridges Between is about the truth
beyond words, which can be found between breaths in the silence of the rhythm of the beat of the moment.
Rock to the rhythm of the beat.
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