All living things,
sharp as an avastity,
in such a stance,
destined to end.
Some living in our time,
if we do not leave the home,
we will leave the home and also the culture in the town.
End of life,
extra-feminine, fake love says,
peace upon it.
Practice the nausea,
bring some warmth,
color the body,
create in the lab,
memory personality,
double-open the switch of memory,
write the back to the machine,
rest of the child in the light.
Decide in lab,
give in the big room,
regrow the machine,
without intellectual condition,
without memories,
devoid of rationality,
mind totally black,
ready to be restored.
End of life,
exterminator,
vital cells,
leave the body.
That's all that's happening,
we're reality so long as we live in mortality.
There will be opposition from those who
call for abandonment of progressives,
subservient to nature.
That's all that's happening,
we're reality so long as we live in mortality.