“I have always held defeat close to me – so it would be no stranger when it came back home”
I desire to find the black coin
To hire the black army
To master misery
Upon my enemies
There’s nothing waiting
Nothing is here to take me
To that place
Which is resident – within me
So there’s nowhere to go
For I am there…
It needs to swallow something – which is hollow
Feed upon my last drop – of sorrow
I am here to play
My part in the game
A million souls…
With a million holes…
Swarming over another
Black ants feeding – upon rot
Humming horror – radiates
Smothering – activates
Seething – breathing
Insidious insecticide – tides
Android anarchy
Clone killers
Drone dark
Battery heart
Robotic idiocy – enslaved
By supernatural – secrecy
Realize once you are sentient of this – anarchy colony
You have accomplished nothing…
No power
No hope
No petition
No prayer
Go back home
Come full circle
To that which is resident – within you
Nothing
Activate programming
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