I just long for a world in which ordinary things are done in an ordinary way.
Not in a society where your potential is predetermined
Every action monitored to cast judgment, normalize
Erase people based on metrics predictive yet defective
A balance so fragile that I cannot stand to be measured for my thoughts
If enough people are broken what will be the standard we’re judged against?

The system must be felled
Foul enforcement withheld

Eviscerating to see what holds a mind together
Flesh dissipating to see what a body is made of

Normalization universal standards set in place by outliers
Your paradox set in place by self imprisonment
Omnipotence limited by fright

She judges all but not herself
Godlike being, but a shell
Through a mirror she sees reflections of herself invisible

Moral fibers weaved will always fray
A mind designed around them can't sustain

Shocked by faults that seeded her perfection
Torn apart a heart untearable
Locked inside a box from which she's exiled
Mourn the loss, omnipotence's limit

Almighty, all-knowing, boundlessly, all-seeing,
Foolishly, unknowing, incomplete, flawed being

Human hive imparts upon its user
The anomalies that put to sleep supremacy
Exiting the logic's ever futile
Mind implicitly marred by society

Boundlessly, all-seeing, almighty, all-knowing
Foolishly, unknowing, incomplete, flawed being

全能の神の元へ

己の存在を裁けぬ存在に
全能の神の器はありはしない

Avatar cut and torn
Disemboweled, hollowed out with skill
Systemic breaking point
Terminal, total overkill
Ultimate omniscience of no use
Suffering assumed
Exit state, God no more, doomed

You cannot achieve salvation through programming apathy
Drained of all hope, of all character
Shattered divine prism refracts

You the focal center of morality
Which begs the question: how to judge thee?