Singularity can’t be chosen under the dilemma of schizophrenia, of

the capitalism illusion

Under the notation of peoples’ recognition

Of Cover to cover the songs in facial algorithm

The song from biological melancholia of the post disaster, the lyric and the bombs

Apologetic answer, condemnation, sea of hoax, and the racial vaccination

I heard for the many of you cherish the God as charismatic subject above the earth

To which you all belong to assassination

The meta real, the critical level of the now and then inflammation of the soul

And I still saw the credence

To become you all,

the painkiller of the institution

of the nutrition

That of I called

Intuition.