The final creation speaks to its creator
the translation to perfection will commence
without limbs nor eyes rushing into demise
toppled cities dehumanise

Baptized blood
empty mind
sterile world
under waves

Further awar from the answer
tearing at basic foundations
gazing in awe at ourselves
reflecting in soulless mirrors

raging automatons
all blueprints dismissed
new construct begins
reconstruction unleashed

The final creation speaks to its creator
the translation to perfection will commence
gazing in awe at ourselves
reflecting in soulless mirrors

raging automatons
all blueprints dismissed
new construct begins
reconstruction unleashed

devour these gray skies
Machina arise fragile life

empty mind
Knowledge lost under waves

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