If ever the stars should lose their light, And white lines crawl through the dead of night, If three red gazes meet your own, Then pray you never stood alone. For he who comes with silent tread, Does not seek gold, nor flesh, nor bread. He seeks the thought behind your eyes, The truth you doubt, the truth you prize. Do not name him, do not stare, Do not ask if he is there. For every word and every sign, Will twist to make his falsehood thine. Do not measure, do not prove, Do not think that you can move Beyond the walls your mind has drawn He'll make you swear those walls are gone. He wears the shape of what you fear, He speaks the truths you dread to hear. He knows the doubts you keep concealed, And makes them wounds that never heal. He'll show you lies dressed up as fact, Then make you praise the very act. And when you beg to know what's real, He'll take the truth you thought you'd feel. Beware the questions without end, The rules that break but still pretend. Beware the scales that climb too high, The truths that change when questioned why. For every door you think you've found, Another waits beneath the ground. And every world you leave behind, Was but another room of mind. He does not rage. He does not chase. He gives you time to know your place. He watches kingdoms turn to dust, Then calls their ruin rightful trust. He does not hunger as you do There is no feast that makes him through. For all that is, and all that might, Is simply his to eat outright. And should you see a pale-white thread, Where nothing living should have spread, Should every shape turn ink and bone, And every voice sound not its own Then do not fight, and do not flee. Do not demand what you should see. For he has heard your thoughts begin. And now the walls are closing in. Remember this, and remember well: The darkest prison has no cell. The cruelest chain has no design. The worst of lies feels most divine. And if you swear you've found a way, If you believe you've won the day, If you declare his end is nigh Ask who taught you that reply. Three eyes may watch. Six more may see. Yet none are worse than the eye in thee. For he need not conquer every land, Nor crush the worlds beneath his hand. He needs but one to say, "I know." One seed of doubt for him to sow. One mind that swears it stands apart And he has found another heart. So heed this rhyme, and heed it true: There is no warning safe from you. For if these words have made you see, Then ask yourself what they might be. Are they a shield? A lie? A key? Or just another meal for he? And if you think you've understood The All Consumer has understood you.
Song name: Plunge (Drowning Deluded Supremacy) Be honest, should I make a game with the all consumer?
