Constellations I've traced in blood, seared galaxies with rays of purest spite
The horrors I've unleashed puking madness at the stars have turned back evolution: leaving only formless pain behind
Victory is a cold, dead world
As weapons dangle nerveless and neural nets unwind and static hisses where once I had a name lay these ghastly trophies in the dust by my side: entombed forever in frozen light
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