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Words on my mind..
Sounds coming from my heart..
All turned into a forest..
Disappeared with a match..
 
Civilisation doomed
words alone doomed
witness to the end
my mind forever bends
 
I..under your cigarette smoke
I've turned into ashes..
You're on the other side
The never burning tip of the match..
Passed someones life over..
 
Relocation, decimation
break fast or die
the crimson skies burn
yours immortally
 
I am touching the void
the emergence of troy
I am touching the void
I seek and destroy.
 

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A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?
eatch wrote on Lebedev's profile.