New era; skies red, blue, red again,
Flashing police lights, blaring sirens,
Radiation bath, mechanical life.
This lifespan is not yours, it is a devotion to the workforce.
You can be born again,
Zeroes and ones,
It's already started,
The cycle that ended has already begun,
In a place adjacent to this one
There is a doorway
To this place,
A wormhole in space,
And it will take you home.
This universe does not belong to you,
You are all alone.
Your limbs are not your own;
You've only been programmed to believe so.
Your body is just
A host in decay,
Rotting away with the holes in your brain.
Rotting,
Rotting away.
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