[sapientiam]

we're all playing a digital death,
where all are free to respawn,
infinitive ammo, and never the less.
don't answer anonymous phone calls!
Samara's waiting in digital hell,
Where tortures are matrix like,
Where heaven's unreachable, oh, well, it falls.
Please, manage a nuclear strike!


Net ghosts are real from now on,
We're dead and alive at the same time,
Our posts will produce Evangelion
With no crime, no lie. WHAT ARE WE UP TO TRY?


There is no life, there is no death.
Equation is clear, the cat is none.
Time-space is repeated and compressed,
And everything in the universe is gone!
Perfect abstraction fades out in our dreams,
This life is too short to be concerned.
Grim ripper is too way grim,
And this rest in peace isn't something we've earned!


Net ghosts are real from now on,
We're dead and alive at the same time,
Our posts will produce Evangelion
With no crime, no lie. WHAT ARE WE UP TO TRY?

War is a door.
Adorable. Four knights of the apocalyptic prophecy forecast.
And never mind, never more.
Devil, just make it fast.