To the core
Facing the swarm thought
Unable to see the soil, Lost under human built structures. An assembly of cold steel. Faceless forms of grey. Unable to see the sun, Covered from concrete-conglomerates. Completing the conquest of the planet. A heaven for humanity? Urban cities: boiling points Breeding place of violence. Enter: birth, exit: death will there be a dawn of freedom? Empty to the core, postnuclear winters taking our breath coldness, senseless.
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