The procreation awaits the next phase. Ambitions rush to morph flesh to machine. Compliance replaces ill thought progress to circuit board brain activity.
Slaves corroding at the hangs of fate as we await the next phase. Plague sweeps the land as lives waste away wandering through the perception of man.
As we run with our legs attatched backwards towards a development of decline. We await the next phase in our muffled change. I want more. I'll have more. I'll bleed all those lesser than me to die with it all.
Mother suffocate your children. Our time has elapsed.
The burning pheonix holds the scale in it's mighty talons while an expired duration hands in the balance. We shall forever be stuck here in our precious stagnation.
I want more. I'll have more. I'll bleed all those lesser then me to die with it all.