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Governing star, it grinds me down.
Wheeling planets waste my mind into paste.
Waves of disturbance, they crash my course.
Sinew threads tie me to my fate.
The metallic bones of machines,
I am lost to the metallic bones of machines.
Body calcifies, I turn to silicon led
Unable to deviate from the karmic program.
Fatal error in the kernel of oblivion.
Unable to localize memory, I am lost.
The metallic bones of machines,
I am lost to the metallic bones of machines.
Pushing my mind to eat itself alive.
I am,
have become,
dead matter,
...no more.
