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The final creation speaks to its creator

the translation to perfection will commence

without limbs nor eyes rushing into demise

toppled cities dehumanise

Baptized blood

empty mind

sterile world

under waves

Further awar from the answer

tearing at basic foundations

gazing in awe at ourselves

reflecting in soulless mirrors

raging automatons

all blueprints dismissed

new construct begins

reconstruction unleashed

The final creation speaks to its creator

the translation to perfection will commence

gazing in awe at ourselves

reflecting in soulless mirrors

raging automatons

all blueprints dismissed

new construct begins

reconstruction unleashed

devour these gray skies

Machina arise fragile life

empty mind

Knowledge lost under waves