Collect what's left of us
On fields of ice and lands of glass
We are the seed orchard
We are the backup clones
A harvest to replace
A new life to embrace
An open box and we know not
If we're in or out
We are not made to last
Within walls of glass
No numbers, no names
No one to blame
Life expectancy low
Like ghosts on the snow
Forsaken, but watched
Alive, but not born
Different time and place
Without our minds erased
We could be like the ones,
That made us
They, whose faces veiled
They, whose landing failed
They, whose warped image
We reflect
Bow before me
For I made you
Die before me
You're made for me
You are like me
You can't fight me
You reflect me
Yet neglected
One life to give
One life to take
One eye in the sky to watch us
One life to grieve
One life to fake
One prey to feed the vultures
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