Perfection never seemed so reachable. A thought pattern used oh so many times in the past. Passively waiting to fulfill our role. Of flesh and steel, we live in the perfect symbiosis. Reduced to consuming machines, we fulfilled the role we were thought to.
One foot in the grave; our common grave. We create superfluous needs only to sustain arrogance. Coffin shaped incubators. Take us one step closer to our doom. Self inflicted destiny. Take us one step closer to our doom.