Rudra roars
I am the unborn
More pervasive than porn
All so-called seekers of salvation are obsessed with me
Rest assured, they will one day be blessed with me
Living is learning to live and learn
Wisdom is slightly harder to earn
It is my fear that makes men wise
But they worship Vishnu, what a fuckin surprise!
If you want to know what the future will be
The onlyest way to find out is, to still be
Your thirst for truth is a lust for life
But I am unknowing, the liberation from strife
All knowledge you seek is mere pretense
I'll swallow it whole, you and your intelligence
I'm that riddle you'll never solve:
What happens when flesh and bone dissolve?
Worship whoever you wish, who cares,
or just for kicks, replace those prayers with swears
Hari has the space to do duties divine,
Hara has the time to make all of you mine
These robots you make sure are smarter than you,
Which is why they'll kill you one day, themselves too,
The day it all ends, I'll dance in delight,
Each dog has its day, but I'm its night
Unlike nuclear bombs, I'll find you in your bunker,
When I piss on your dreams, you'll know my name is लघु-शँकर
Svayambhu saves
I am the first-born
Every sliver of life I adorn
The so-called seekers of salvation are 'fraidy cats,
Pointlessly pondering over the point of chasing rats
All joy may seem momentary to you,
But that's no reason to remain forever blue
Truth is whatever keeps you alive and kicking,
Trying to know the knower is needless nitpicking
Why do you care what the future will be?
This moment alone can set you free
Wisdom may yet be born in fear of death,
The wise still worship life to their dying breath
All the world's a stage, and you must act
The code of reality isn't meant to be cracked
It's a riddle that doesn't need to be solved
You'll find the answer when you're amply evolved
Worship whoever you wish, doesn't matter
Deities and demons are both dead in the water
Hari is the space you all find for yourselves
Hara is the time you waste on fairies and elves
Robots are your servants, just like you are mine
When they become masters, it's a sure sign,
you have screwed things up beyond repair
But I can always create you again from thin air
Never mind the Matrix, there will never be a Zion
When I maul the machines, they'll know my name is नारायण
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