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Matrix of the Møther Tree:

Inside our exoskeletons with brays of iron ribcage as our prison bars, we search for a lost key;

An indescribable sadness comes from the electric shocks which are a negative impact to our positive stances of energy,

In our Mecha hearts and bionic souls, we are unwillingly motionless, willing a will to be free.

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Coming to ends of all times existing, as and beyond existences of all things remembered are being slaughtered with glee.

As these butchers of memories, of ages of green lively nature, are the same cybernetically engineered mannequins as we,

We still fight them, a glorious battle of battles, inside the scalps of our metallic minds, rooted with thoughts from the the gargantuan mother tree.

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But these blue roots of ends living lives are decaying as death comes to the caccoons of innocence that are sprouted all over thee,

And the silenced scream of the thousands of unhatched young living younglings are taken away by a cold and sinister bree,

So've to serve this matrix of coded and programmed wills and emotions, in a manufactured reality of this world is the only future we can see...

Fløwers of the Future:

Fore when the spider lily bloom on the roof of a dystopian, obsolete stone texture,

The ingot that is our being are desensitized to all of it's unmetric culture;

But the scripted thoughts of ours speaks a different linguistic, giving visions of a present future,

Forevermore gray and monochrome than the once colored nature.

And as we use our code bestowed by A.I. Gods to abide, telling us their will of capture,

SchizOur leftover humane particles buried deep inside ask us to do suture.

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So've we bring death and war unwillingly willed within us by the greatest enigma of the whole worlds rapture,

The skies shall fall onto the sapient giving them a long departure.

They are the few, we shall've be many, enslaved by us and feeded from their fear like a legion of vultures,

As they sit forsaken with their last words played on an wooden emboucher.

But pity is pity, stilled in steal of the machines and so other man made traitorous empty husk creature,

We still snuff out the the salved beside us cybernetics accoucher.

Scratched Heart:

As we've embraced a cold metallic embrace of biometricity,

Our clockwork hearts seem to have made a connection.

A connection of voltage waves being shared inside-out for our nourishment and lustful seduction,

But coming to stop as these electric wires in our minds are soon to be out decommissioned...

(Forever falling out of the great commission)

Fore we've lived a decades life as man made programs, as Ghosts of large fruition,

Blurring our Android vision to a halt of no known saturation...

And back and forth the pure shall perish without any constellation, leaving us Cybermen alone in a world of dystopian damnation.

As no mortal can best us we long for our sleep, our death as a peaceful incarnation.

Since we've strived to get to the top , in the skies to learn of our manifestation...

Xyber ∅