Cellos ov Kaos: Choronzon - Ziggurat Of Dead Shibboleths

The plan is a surface unchanged, the population
rearranged. The plan of the chart; symbols of the all
Abase yourself with dilemmas achingly strange. The
representation has become the object as fated.

Leave unravelled all we have done Disconnect and
reconnect masses and surroundings. Banish with laughter
the enchantment of absurdity. Consciousness excess
faithless from want of stimulus Assemble abstract
technology that decays in sleep.

Excessive evidence of us unfolded on all sides.

Vacillating death mask of motionless slaves in mental suspension create in your mind an off balance fear to allay
seizures of lucidity. So consumed, to facilitate spirit under no circumstances, walking corpses let events happen as
expected. Decomposition has one and all programmed for refusal long forgotten open-ended, calm comprise lies an
existence under surveillance. Hammering points home in the absent closing stages as an institutional desire, high-
minded pronouncements from the system come as a promise to end our fall, acts beyond description develop
into our turns of phrase open to attack. Full of coils and seizures of fanatical assets, I move into view with the past
in relief against their compulsory extravagance.