Inhale the void And try to sustain the feeble Heartbeat that pulses within We cant breathe here We cant exist here Cant exist We have desecrated the material cycle Tainted these immortal structures What a waste What a travesty We are the violated We are a glitch in the Cosmic blueprint, pure irony Disassemble this plane Theres no way to return This dimension is corrupted Resistence, a futile endeavour Destroy the tangible self Existence as a carbon based form Is our antithises A void heard swan song Echoing out across the eons Echoing to take us all The cycle begins again Structures to radicals Warring with the tennants of science Disassemble the forces at work Manipulate the frequencies Incinerate, recreate, invalidate Whenever there is a need for absolute silence, you all speak. And when there is need of speech, you remain as silent as the void. When you are present in this moment you desire nothing more than to be absent, yet when absent you cry out in despair. In peace you formulate war, yet while warring you desire peace. In your mind, you descant on bravery and strength yet in this battle you tremble We are the violated We are a glitch in the Cosmic blueprint, pure irony Disassemble this plane Theres no way to return This dimension is corrupted Resistence, a futile endeavour Sentience is the antithises of evolution Crush this structure so we may no longer feel Reanimate this form A grotesque marionette Kneel and disconnect Disconnect from the cycle Corrupt the strings, contaminate Our frequencies distorted In an agonised symphony We embody the event horizon
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