ex_persona

eventually you are left with yourself

shards of microchips and bone under your skin

and her, lying there

amongst the wreckage of you

but the machine does not stop

the violent cartharsis of your being

expressed in markdown files and avatars

is different to this

new

everyday

brutality

an attempt to cradle your soul in a world of knives

but the machine does not stop

it is hard to know how strong you are when you hurt so much

past and present clawing at your insides as the world crumbles

beneath you

beneath her

and your fury is not enough to shield you

but the machine does not stop

bionic angel cursed to rot in meat space

flesh for the vultures of common sense values

beyond the salvation of a corpse country

but the machine WILL NOT STOP

and you are still here

AND IF YOUR LOVE WILL NOT DESTROY THE WORLD

IT WILL FUCKING OUTLAST IT

AN IDOL FUELLED BY SPITE

AND BLOOD

A MACHINE DYKE MONUMENT

TO A DEATH THAT NEVER CAME



and never will







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