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It Bleeds. It Breathes.
What Stands Before Us, Is Not A Machine.
It Breathes, It Will Bleed, And It Will Dream.
scream
It's Body Is Covered In Hundreds Of Wires.
And A Mouth That Attempts To Speak
It Attempts to Lie.
Only Murmurs
Collapse From Its Jaws.
And A World, A World Without.
A World Without You
But I Rise. The Dead Will Pride.
It Breathes, Beyond This Life.
So Sleep, Sleep Among us and Hesitate No More.
Entombment Of A Machine.
We Kneel And We Plead For No Mourning Ahead Of Us.
With Only Delayed Movements From Its Figure We All Begin To Strain.
Entombment Of A Machine
Entombment Of A Machine