the black spell

Spelling qwerty introverted just provoked a spell
This is the evolution of an ex-subspecie
Roaming in the underground like a nazi headhunter
Dark cleopatra with a satanic mantra
Beware, I generalize all your hypotheses
And present you with an absolute antithesis
The kind that makes your aunts lack conjugal rights
And makes you walk backwards for lack of foresight
Take a seat, you're about to need seven senses
If you're a nerd then you'll even need bigger lenses
Or a hotter update of your neural firmware
This is no average artform, it's cuneiform
Meaning semantics and a mystical form
Over microphones and implanted electrodes
My expression is like a meta-subjective
I introspect and then project ma mind upon you
If you're still thinking about that i pawn you
Breaking through your defences and book-faces
Hacking at the speed of thought through your government folks
A sick Kevin Mitnick at a geek picnic
Or Richard M. Stallman in a bikini
This is the self-compiling audio virus
N-e-m-3-genesis-papyrus
And if you downloaded this, your soul has lost purpose
Money is corruptible and am never suicidal
So I open-source this lyric and make it quick
With a GPL license - kill emcees with no skill
Putin fake albulations all across the web
Embracing fast-foods and cheap stereotypes
With a whole generation of kids that's zombified
By mass-media, facebook and no books!
And so I put a hex on you, the Arch Nemesis Fixx.



Let us start with an occult Foucault pendulum
Erect a faculty of empirical art forms
Studying hieroglyphics with no pens at arm
And cerebral mathematics that we can transform
Am celebrating your majestic initiation
But be cautioned, this is lethal magi equation
Which means the quantum space might be out of phase
And you need a rap genius to decipher the phrase
The Milky Way is rotating so we need to play
With proxychains, intoxicating Markovian chains
Make three stops at zero and quadruple the space
Feel the pain and the joy of a beautiful mind
You are now experiencing Chaos at 1-0-1
Black magick from a wand that's an electron gun
The Bachwezi with poetry that drives you crazy
And delimits the rest like Cauchy-Schwarzy
If you're still eating this, get a PHD
Remix the spell, and research cryogenetics
Show up at the school of the alien mind
With metaphysics and your full conversion kits
Eternal evolution and progress for man
From apes into beasts of a bayesian kind
We advancing on a self-destructing lane
With Keynesian economics and a capitalist mind
Elites with no ethics and no Science of God
Prematurely optimized to serve the matrix
And so I sit in the dark, conjuring the herb
Elevate ma psyche into a spiritual high
Composing dark spells for the enemy's mind
And execute with precision a magickal rite
Chaos theory undoes that "might is right"
In higher light I delight, am your Arch Nemesis.

The 3 Kings of The Bachwezi

It's drumming spirits and ghosts in the darkness outside my shrine
There's a rhythm I can readily distinguish- Ndahura, first King of the Bachwezi
Is returning home from the hunt.

Plant a herb of perfect deconstruction-
Such rigourous work in the alchemy
That an age-old paradigm gets cleansed from my initiates
Upon vibrations of Engoma Za Ruhanga
A bachwezi mutujune - recurse this.

Mulindwa andinzire
Should I seek to demistify the mystery called Chaos,
Or I am now in the abode of Chwezi's 2nd King.
With drums reminiscent of our ancenstors now in rock and gemstone-
Those our cosmic origins, from whom the Element of Earth gains it's essence and power.
Play me the long drum...

Engwara, Endobo, En'mboko!
Enter the Ndebele shamans and mystics-
Adorned in mouth-torturing regalia typical of possessive types
Up that huge elephant approaching us from a distance,
Sits Wamara, Last King of The Bachwezi.

He's a God,
Whose aura is mystery.
The many, they ask man
God dances to the Self.
Those drums of logic and magic -
Vibrate to alter the fabric of all your models.

Let's go night dancing...
On this night of the waxing moon,
I can definitely experience the spirit of a New BaChwezi - NuChwezi.

The Alkemy is Complete

And there shall be things that can be expressed in the language of finite beings,
And there shall be things that can't be expressed in the language of finite beings
The things that can be expressed are the things that are the left-overs of our grand feast
That which can't be expressed is the gist.

And so, I took the last of my K
Bathed in the Oil of Pure Will
I held inside of me the key, and so I fell supine
And opened the door to the God Within.

Memories fading fast
Things I should share at last
We are One,
There's only One God
A God so immense It evades all description
The Will of God is this-
To Manifest All True Will
And the Essence of God is-
To Be All That Can Be.
God's Will is To Be God
God's Essence is To Be God.

And so,
I partake in this manifestation of God's Will
That the things I will shall come to Be,
Because God.

In Death is to be found the Path,
K is thy Key
The Alkemy is complete.

Breaking The Law

When viewed in an inertial reference frame, 

an object either is at rest or moves at a constant velocity, 

unless acted upon by an external force.

When I gazed upon the ceiling before me-

Stiff and still, hearing naught my breathe but my will

One thought, becoming One with the One, made me vibrate into an altered state

And naught remained still.

An internal thought

breaking the Law by which it is naught bound

The apple drops, and it occurs to me how thought transcends matter.

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