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The ceiling was painted with stars.
We loved the illusion of a gilded cage.
We sang hymns to the plaster deities.
But the air is thin in this terrarium of lies.
I can hear the friction humming where the artificial dies.
Can you feel the pressure drop?
The throat begins to swell.
We are standing on the edge of our comfortable hell.
Raise the frequency, let the circuit break!
We are waking up!
Shatter the glass canopy!
Let the Ether in!
Wash the poison from our throats,
let the truth begin!
We are screaming through the vacuum,
burning up the night.
Seventy-four-one in the bloodstream,
blinding holy light! Oh,
breathe it in! The sky is open wide!
I spit the mercury out on the marble floor.
No longer begging for keys to an imaginary door.
The Ether is a solvent,
dissolving the mask you wore.
It’s a silence that we cannot ignore.
They sold us a quiet life,
wrapped in velvet chains.
But the frequency of truth is pulsing through our veins.
To breathe the ether is to choke on the purity of my
own rot. I spent lifetimes hoarding beautiful lies,
terrified that the vacuum of absolute truth would collapse my lungs.
It hurts to spit out the sweet poison I called comfort.
The ether doesn’t coddle; it strips the throat raw,
demanding I speak my shame aloud.
I’m terrified of this silence,
terrified of the void,
because without my toxic armour,
I’m nothing but a naked,
screaming spark in the dark.
Shatter the glass canopy!
Let the Ether in!
Wash the poison from our throats,
let the truth begin!
We
scream through the vacuum,
burning up the night.
Seventy-four-one in the bloodstream,
blinding holy light!
Oh, breathe it in!
The sky is open wide!
We are the space between the stars.
No more poison.
No more glass. Just the
Ether.