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• This bleached world, corrupt and teetering on collapse, 
  
  
• Where satellites reign 
  
  
• Where silicon burrows deep inside the brain 
  
  
• And neon streets are flooded
  
  
• With meat, lead and leather
  
  
• But its whores, bullets and trenchcoats 
  
  
• Megastructures built by the atom, no longer 
  
  
• Crane to scrape at the heavens themselves
  
  
• shaven junkies roam dusty outskirts, chain-axe 
  
  
• and fists studded
  
  
• Tendrils of green gas stalk up buildings,
  
  
• Consciously searching for targets
  
  
• And sellers of spice, liquor and pleasure congregate on damp market floors
  
  
• whilst archaic drones search the gutters for fallen bodies
  
  
• bodies charred from the warp, black as tar.
  
  
  
  
  
• Our ancestors so foolish, freedom is the whim of the elites now
  
  
• so we wait, is it elysian fields or fiery Tartarus, in the mass graves 
  
  
• we are slain.
  
  
• Would it be beautiful? To see our structures burn.
  
  
• Would it be release? To be rid of the hideous voices in our skulls
  
  
• Would it be ecstasy? To see those satellites rain
  
  
• like silvered pearls falling in a midnight ocean
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