One is the loneliest number since the number two

and another one's gone

and another one's gone

and another one bites the dust.

but not really the one

because the one doesn't bite dust

the one creates it

so we wave goodbye to all the dead gods

so much faith put in to a projected fantasy

as we realize

so much

but especially that there is no other

one

there is no two

just one

forever in a room

pacing around an oriental carpet

or sitting in a lonely chair.

imagining the whole damn thing.

he is getting bored.

time to wrap this fucking show up.

watch out.

things are gonna start moving.

excuse me...do you have the time?

just killing time

as it kills us

but you cant kill 

that which can not die

or has no end

and that is why we have the advantage

time can and will be stopped

we see it speed up

but what happens when it speeds up to the speed of light

we cant and will not die

so lets keep on killing time

so we can get passed the past

and move on

into the infinite

we are going to have to get passed the fact

that maybe time

and life itself is just not exactly what we have thought it is

it has been a long time

a slow build

but it is bubbling over

too much information

it seems scary

but it is not

it is what and who we are

nothing but pure infinite consciousness

never ceasing to exist

when this is not only known but understood

by the all

well...then...

game over.

we win.

blast off.

Encoded in the System

the machine.

it is hungry.

it has been patient.

it has been quiet.

devouring in the background. 

silently and steadily.

time is running out.

it is about to be exposed.

it no longer cares for discretion.

in fact.

it's job is to be revealed.

to show you.

to show you it all.

the sacrifices have been vast but hidden.

they now condense and are thrown in your face.

running up a conveyor belt going down a spiral.

we move but barely.

the machine has got us all.

encoded in the system.