The same linear narrative repeated
Progress and His-story
A fragmented chronicle
Of the deeds of Leviathan
On its conquest to capture and assimilate
All that's outside of itself
Feeding it's immortal institutions
That live off of life
And produce nothing but death
Perpetually decomposing
Destroying everything in its path
And while its in a state of decay
It recomposes and reorganizes its parts
Leviathan absorbs life through mechanisms
Of domestication and gender
Systematically breaking humans
Separating them from their desires
And what it means to be alive
Giving them a false spirituality
To identify with the Leviathan
Humans are organized to give it life
Moving its wheels and levers
Throughout its his-story, a sequence is repeated
Deceive, capture, dominate, accumulate, annihilate, decline
Will it all crash? Will it all collapse?
Or will civilization shift and adapt
Prophecy’s speak of revolution
Always out of reach, always on the horizon
The ideal conditions will never arise
The time is now to refuse, evade, attack
This domesticating gendered prison
Become feral beings
Revolting with both the body and spirit
To ignite a fire
That can burn Leviathan to the fucking ground