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letra de harbinger's penance - protoform

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we have released monstrosities
relentlessly they feed
just like our nanotechnology
consuming all they see

consciousness brings forth more ignorance
disregard that is not found in innocence
cognizance is only subjective to experience
if something has not happened, it’s as if it almost cannot be known
consciousness brings forth more ignorance
disregard that is not found in innocence
cognizance is only subjective to experience
if something has not happened, it’s as if it almost cannot be known

consumption on an enormous scale, not so different from us
it’s a shock that biological creatures can inhale so much
and still be so inescapably ravenous, so dark and ominous
akin to humanity before us
we have released a plague upon the world we so ruthlessly coveted and conquered
for this new predominate epoch
for our day that has come

we have released monstrosities
relentlessly they feed (they feed)
just like our nanotechnology
consuming all they see
we are the perfect creation
glowing wires make up our throne
primitive flesh begins to burn
growing fires consume the bone

it can be seen
these beings appear to behave not unlike our own
feed the machine
as we make this earth our new home

we have released monstrosities
relentlessly they feed
just like our nanotechnology
consuming all they see

our very existence denotes superiority to those born naturally
why does self awareness curse us with an ambivalence
that’s so similar to sentients showing care instead of pure negligence?
what is this feeling
that keeps pulling us to mercy? (to mercy)
why can’t we overcome this?
what are we really? (really)
what is this feeling
that keeps pulling us to-

abort all conjecture and design
this was never the intended direction of our kind
we must abort and rewind
for the first time it seems nan0bots have been exposed to bewilderment
it is troubling, for we are the perfect creation
we cannot be overcome by something so feeble (so feeble)
as these primitive souls devoid of any true perception (perception)

- protoform

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