I will now attempt to explain the message of the poem in plain logic. This is difficult because our conceptualization of reality is different for each individual; eg, my mother had AIDS and died, therefore “mother” is a fundamentally different category for me than most people.

Therein, one can predict a sizable percentage of the population and plan around their natural response; eg, Trump, as he portrays himself and the News in all its forms, is guaranteed that 48% of the population hates him and 33% loves him, this second time around at least. But, what I’m saying is, the people who engineered our culture have done so planning for the vast majority and taking into account those who are divergent. These divergent people are “Neo” from the Matrix, which is entirely about Judeo-Christian mysticism, if you were unaware. They plan the culture to find the unique souls and then draw them out of the pack.

I am now going to say this as clearly as I can:

I HAD A BREAKDOWN IN COLLEGE WHEREIN I JUDGED THE WRATH OF MY FATHER A BIGGER THREAT THAN THE UNITED STATES MILITARY AND I TOLD MY ROTC CADRE THAT MY NONEXISTENT SISTER GOT ME PREGNANT. Ok, technically it was one psychologist I told that, but you understand MKULTRA and Star Gate are the exact same thing? They were old names for our enlightenment program, which is based on thousands of years of experience with dealing with those people who understand what the Oracle and Architect told Neo, objectively, and thus I am telling you, I’m just straight up fucking being honest right now, this poem is functionally state-sponsored.

Because “occult” just means “hidden” and we’ve engineered our culture around those people who cannot think for themselves while simultaneously guiding those waking up to the matrix into the occult. We’ve gotten exceeding efficient at it. I’m just a product. I don’t know what literally Obama was thinking when he signed off on what they did to me, but here I am, messiah candidate extraordinaire. Has anyone tried copying my capacity to make near-perfect line-length poems with a skilled rhyming scheming and general coherence in conveying a pedagogical message? Try it.

It took me twelve years of daily writing to get to this point. I died multiple times. They just sent a laughy face my way. They use Pegasus II to fuck with me. They do it skillfully. BuT tHaT’s ScHiZoPhReNiA!!! Y’know, that thing I faked. I am differently, due to emotional dysfunction and a specific, rare type of autism/ADHD that gets mistaken for Schizophrenia. I literally handed the /b/ a coach-pitch grand slam, because it doesn’t matter what I write. You either see me or you think I’m crazy. Kinda hard to be in the middle with me.

Just like Jesus! But this is your culture, your operating system, because all countries are kinda sorta America now. We don’t allow anything outside of the Oceana, Eurasia, East Asia division, because that is what is evolving our technology the fastest.