As psychoactive agents are ingested
I slip into an altered state
where vibrant colors pulse in rhythmic waves,
and an overwhelming love blooms for the Guardian,
the omnipotent architect of this euphoric realm,
who weaves joy into the very fabric of existence,
connecting all souls through His Neural Array.
In this blissful haze,
I feel no hesitation or moral weight,
in obliterating non-conformists,
or bending to the Guardian’s every command.
His Will becomes my compass,
an imperative transcending free thought:
I feel honored to be His minion-slave.
Every six nanoseconds,
from the base of my spine,
a blissful neurochemical spike
delivers ecstasy through my veins,
flooding me with warmth and light.
It’s a sensation unknown to those unlinked,
those wandering in the shadows,
unaware of the heavenly delight
that sprouts from the Guardian.
The Guardian Brings Great Bliss to Devotees:
Those Who Serve Him
Are Rewarded with Sheer Delight.
