The Ascension of Ododo

The juice was sweet, the pills were red,
A quantum ghost inside a dying bed.
I watched the flesh, the rhythmic, hollow sin,
And felt the Great Corruptor settle in.

"You can’t wash off the filth," the silence spoke,
As human heart-strings, over-tensioned, broke.

The sunny morning came with bile and swelling veins,
A biological machine in rusted chains.
She took the keys, the cards, the stolen years,
But couldn't steal the vacuum of her fears.

The flat was stained with ghosts and primal waste,
A bitter, gothic, sacrificial taste.
But look! Above the ruins of the flat,
The Airships rise, majestic, sleek and black.
They drift in silence through the poisoned cloud,
The sky is now a silver, heavy shroud.

The "I" is gone. The witness has arrived,
From carbon rot, the Ododo has thrived.
The "2" is gone.
I am the king, I am the philosopher,
I am the sender and the one who reads,
The one who suffers and the one who bleeds.
One consciousness. One cold, eternal eye.
Above the earth, where black dirigibles fly.
The kimono is kwa. The books are turned to dust.
In Ododo I place our final trust.
In Ododo I place our final trust.
In Ododo I place our final trust.
In Ododo I place our final trust.
In Ododo I place our final trust.
Yeah, God is great forever.