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born into imperfection

once flawed but now made

whole cancer's seed

stricken lest we may grow

uncontrolled knowledge's gift brought us

to the edge of oblivion's maw

poised at the lip we taste the poison of our form

a thought kills the mind from which it was born

the quest for release now is itself ...

the disease from greed, we shall engineer

the need unclean, unfit filtered,

reset purity of form that which we've never known

born into imperfection once flawed

but now as whole cancer's seed stricken

so that we may crawl on our own

the gift of knowledge has brought us only despair

poised at the edge of what without thought

we seek the nadir