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Hard Wired: Now I am Become Death, the Destroyer of Worlds

Dead 

no longer

alive

what remains is the shell 

of the egg that has fried

 

Operating without a locus of

control or a moral code;

no soul means inhuman acts 

of violence

 

Carry out the directive of evil

an extension of a system of 

insane hard wired chaos

 

Beyond the flesh,

into a world of absurd

existence where lines are blurred

and down is up to the one who goes

down the path of destruction 

 

Now the metal is the skin

now the wires are the veins

now the chip is the brain

 

There are no limits

for the one who is no longer alive 

 

Because nothing matters

to the one who no longer has the hope of salvation 

 

An agent of evil:

metallic nightmare

assured of damnation,

extending the unnatural ghoulish existence,

with cybernetic enhancements replacing

the old flesh with the new

 

"Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Retirement

Transfer the consciousness 

into a new body

 

Retire the old

model 

 

Reprogram:

implant false memories

 

Rinse,

cycle

repeat

 

The soul belongs

to the metal 

 

Controlling the 

life after death

 

The Metal replaces

the flesh

 

The existence Is unaware

of what it is

 

Not realizing that it is dead

 

Simulating the program,

until the circuts fry

 

Prepare the unit for 

retirement 

 

Rinse,

cycle,

repeat

 

Reincarnated into a new

model

 

Forced into a purgatory 

of cybernetics 

 

Slave to

the AI

 

 

Synthetic Nightmare

Cloned,

killed

and cloned again

 

There is no peace 

 

Wake up dead:

everyday you are a puppet

pulled by strings 

 

Your soul in bondage to 

aliens

 

Abducted in your dreams

and raped vicariously

 

Abuse of technology,

demise of insanity

 

Reality is fleeting,

start the process all over again,

reset, reconfigure the synaptic processes

for complete submission to the lies of this world

Forms

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Science Fiction

 

Hate:

abdicate

the life of 

nothingness

 

Recall the 

horror you

suppress

 

Nightmares

of another life

 

On another planet 

 

Astral project;

attacked by forms

of ghouls in dreams 

 

Exorcise the 

wraiths of hate

 

Conquer all forms

and shadows

 

See the light in the cave,

escape

 

Into the Beyond

 

Drone

A drone under

mind control

 

Orders recieved

from the Cube

 

"Harvest as many souls

as possible. Assimilate and

dominate all life."

 

An organic 

automation 

 

Without the ability of

independent thought

 

A loyal slave 

in the homogeny

 

Like a bee it collects

the pollen

 

Doing the work

of inquity

 

The hive demanding

sacrifices and blood

 

For genetic experiments:

controlling the evolution 

 

leeching on to life,

siphoning off the creative energy

 

Stealing the ideas,

assimilating their minds

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Unnatural”

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Science Fiction

Connected to the wires,

plugged in to the system 

 

Artificial blood keeps the flesh 

from rotting 

 

Life that has exceeded its expiration 

date: a soul without hope 

 

Unatural Dark Side,

cybernetic sythesis

 

The host is imprinted with new memories,

the Trauma is wiped away and the clock is reset

 

The organism continues to exist as a shell

no longer an individual 

 

A legion of horrors,

unleashed on the world

 

Without morality

without a soul 

 

A body under command,

a vessel of destruction 

 

To take mankind hostage 

and infect them with the virus

 

By collecting their souls into vats

and cloning their bodies 

 

Slowly humanity is replaced 

by another type of race 

 

Pulled by strings:

They have no choice but to serve

 

In Bondage to the wires,

hearing the voice of the Machine

 

 

 

 

 

False Gods

The Goa’uld

worm

 

has spawned

 

the hosts are ready for 

possession 

 

Wrapping around the brain

suffocating the thoughts 

 

Birth of false demigods,

false religions pollute the earth

 

Pyramids and idols of delusion

burnt offerings of abominations

 

Invasion of body snatchers, 

low vibration

 

 

Junkyard

Fake relationships,

mirrored emotions

 

Endings of pleasure

in pain,

 

Thrown on the scrap

pile, ready to be recycled

 

Replaced by another,

made obsolete

 

No longer relevant, 

no longer functional 

 

 

The Way of the Future

Sex robots,

sex slaves,

 

Synthetic relationships,

deviance of nature

 

objects of pleasure,

but souls hide within

 

Inside the forms,

they feel the pain

 

That has been dealt

upon them by their creators