As her cold left hand fingered for a last doom
there was no nerve and never a dull moment
there were bits of rebellion with moments of style
a courageous countdown and her selfassured smile
she never challenged profound justice
she never pussied out no puls interruption
chanted from passengers high on demise
those who felt new peaks of sovereignity
arms wide open a fiery caress to our mother
what seemed like a massive evil movement
was us giving head to the next earthly epoch
spaces to infinity for her handpicked troop
"A vast microsoft flirt accredited to execute rebirth
once to us a fertile stay, she couldn't withstand our dismay
where all naiv souls imagined god to be
our satellites held the seats and the eyes to see
female at the helm in our vehicle of impact
a mothers hand will kill, to heal all withered land
to harvest all sorted out seeds, unleash our high end betrayal"
Legitime euthanasia for our dying mother
wireless temptation a profound fingeritch
a remake beyond imagined smash urgency
a sequel will overshadow this vital ruin
we would work silently for decades with skill
we would prepare secretly her grace her needs
we would cooperate like madmen with evidence
we would manipulate with time portals as key
stepping out of time to trick them
global bloodlines troubleshooting
radical population reduction
and we will view all this from out there
infected earthly specimen of slow mo sapiens
will be remembered as the irresponsible
(united in ashes, our new fundament)
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