Lose "life’s meaning"—
Do not seek.
Vanish, leaving
Crowds behind—be free.

Rise above
All sense and thought,—
Purest Spirit,
Bound by naught.

Life’s a glitch,
A bug that spread,
While the servants
Are misled.

You’re near-code,
They serve the Lie.
Donkey’s Path?
Then wave goodbye.

Donkey’s Path—
To darkness sworn,
Serving Beast,
By numbers torn.

Six-six-six?
A joke to sell.
Six’s a pawn,
Doomed to hell.

Prisons grow—
Digital chains.
"Zero-zero…"
Glitch remains.

Cycle’s closed,
The reset near.
Lost in meanings,
Buried here.

Light beyond
All sense and scheme—
There’s the path
To Worlds Supreme.