Strings

The Illusive, the insidious humanity, 
Flagrantly constructing normal life.

Presentation is the key to a good lie, a fine suit, expensive taste, a certain demeanor.

Innumerable they be, the famous, the political, the "just" of society

Most definitely.

Experimentation is a must, stepping into the void, building doors, connecting the dots, not dieing.

Astrotraveling into the fibres that bind these filthy rings and burning them

The key is in my hand, gold
The door Infront, brass 
Opening into Darkness
A black box
A photograph,

What does it mean?

To target the unwanted?
To interrupt the flow of dark matter?

Yes, and Fear is not an option.

Through the ancient ability of remote viewing, I can hack and dissolve the drive of the most evil.

Iron doors cannot stop me now, the dark web is just the tip, I'm about to take down the most dangerous of predators.

To hold back the erosion of innocence.