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The Equation
03:53
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Aislande, aislande, aislande, aislande
Humans search for balance
Infinite events shaping their lives
The incantation is woven
Aislande, aislande, aislande – the equation holds
Bring your sorrows and pleasures
Drink of cosmic good and evil
Toss your entropic coins, into the fountain
Put your fingers on the scales
Pour the sands in alien shapes
Still it stands a monolith, an eternal beacon
Solving arcane puzzles
The allure of the constrained numbers, beauty in patterns
Despite incalculable quadrants
Despite contrarian response
All imbalance reconciled
Balanced – balanced to zero
Expanding and boundless
The history and future entwined
The incantation is spoken
Aislande, aislande, aislande – the equation holds
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2. |
Breakeven
04:27
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Running from an intangible trap…
Fumes of chaos stoke rampant wildfires
We spend our hours feebly extinguishing
Running from a timeless shape…
We course correct with every moment
But each decision is made a second too late
What’s at negative one?
We fear to discover
Intangibles past zero
How can we comprehend?
Reaching the breaking point
We can’t elude eternity
Knowing this and all things end
At least we’d finally rest
Fear paints the sky in pale saffron
The negative parabola consummates our fate
What’s at negative one?
We fear to discover
Intangibles past zero
How can we comprehend?
Brace for breakeven
Our momentum is unstoppable
Crashing, leaving zero behind us
We barrel towards negative infinity
Aghast at what awaits
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3. |
Depreciation
03:21
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Age, wear, tear – everything is dying
New, old, gone – everyone is dying
Its, value, drains - depreciates
Our, value, drains - endlessly
We rush to replace what’s been lost
Knowing that time erodes what we’ve loved
Holding on to our admired belongings
Clawing to relive the past
We cling to better days and better things
Watching the time spent fast
Watching as our memories wilt into ash
Leaving empty husks and vessels behind
Instead we look only forward
We forget all the pains of loss
Driven to shiny objects and shiny people
Ignoring that those and they too shall pass
Full, empty, lost – everything is dying
Fresh, ill, frail – everyone is dying
Our, value, drains – depreciates
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4. |
Regression
04:08
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I spend my life chasing dreams
Hiding from the unpleasant truth
The more I sleep the more it correlates
How little my lucid hours are worth
I do not suffer sunshine’s constraints
Following icy moons and aurora lights
But I know, the more I sleep the more it correlates
How little my being awake is worth
The doctors tabulate my choices
They perform regression analysis
They acknowledge my countless errors
They chart my future results like fate
Their data may ring true
I choose to seek the outliers
That’s where imagination lives -
Reject the plainness of life
The doldrums weighing in
Break the regression patterns
And finally thrive
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5. |
Five Forces
04:43
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Five forces shape each action
In an industrious microcosm
Unfettered information flows
Influencing every decision
Defining our narrow models
With elegance and ease
Five forces form economies
Accumulating billions of choices
Akin to analog blockchains
Carved by arcane efficacy
We look for reason
We strive with intellect
These mystic forces become us
Internal, external, above and below
It’s new, it’s old, it’s all - it’s an infinite maw
I summon thee
Five forces live in triality
Hindsight, foresight, omniscience
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6. |
RPA
05:46
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Push the buttons again and again
Enslaved by arduous repetition
Mental labor breaking the mind
When will this tedium cease?
One process stacked upon another
A litany of ennui production
Robotic process automation
Dominates all those manual strains
Welcoming computerized overlords, emancipating time for our pursuits
No longer a need to work, so too
No longer a need to think
Once our pursuits are all complete
What need really is there to be?
The excitement of indulgence abates
Existential questions arise
What purpose are we left to serve?
Their programs reach sentience
Their algorithms calculate
Tabulate, concatenate
Their algorithms have the answers for mankind
Our purpose – bondage, subservience
Reduced to analog interfaces
Fleshy husks obeying their will
Behaving as puppets
Worthless shells
Human ingenuity has been dominated
Just imagine digital boots stamping on man’s face forever
Robotic process automation
Brain becomes a valueless organ
Robotic process automation
One, zero, one, zero, one, zero…
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7. |
Seventh Chapter
04:01
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Pristine dreams – unfulfilled
It’s over, we are losing to the tide
Unrelenting drowning
Mounting debts – repossession
Suicide in legal terms
We slit our throats to save the scraps
Put our corpses in their hands
The vultures pick at what’s left
Termination of the future
Forged in steel by lawyer’s tongues
Forge in steel our failures
Etch in stone our failures
It’s over, we are squeezed dry
Carrion in motion
Seventh chapter
Words forsook
The story has ended
Shut the book
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8. |
Accountancy
04:46
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Ancient wisdom and magic
Writing tomes of arcana
Architects and historians
Projecting divine futures
We channel the keepers of the past
We intuit visions of the ultimate
We maintain balance at the present
We leverage the gift of accountancy
In meticulous detail we work our craft
Executing on precise pinpoints of life
Others beholding aghast through the gray fog
Unable to discern with our clarity
Clairvoyance summoned
Colliding magic and technology
We wield accountancy
Speaking in financial tongues
The deities of dual entries
Reporting what was once
Forecasting what’s to come
Accountancy
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9. |
Estate (Death and Taxes)
05:50
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You worked hard your entire life – pinched pennies, invested wisely
Built a modest empire – at least enough to stay alive
But sadly, all things end
And what of your life’s work then?
Your hard work left you in shambles – your frail body giving out
You opted not to recklessly breed – but so too now have no heir
The government whores are circling – they smell tax revenue in your blood
Those wretched cunts are vicious – they covet everything that you have
They’re coming for your estate
After your death, the taxes
They’ll feed on your flesh today
But their hunger never ends
Government whores – they want your money
Government whores – they’ll kill for your money
Their lawyers fight your will and testament – the courts are distributing meat
It’s a party on stolen funds - carving your life’s work up for a feast
They’re coming for your estate
After your death, the taxes
They’ll feed on your flesh today
But their hunger never ends
Those tax-and-spend cretins
Raped your earned estate
They’re coming for us next
Waiting for our death
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