Scar Symmetry

Technocalyptic Cybergeddon

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Strange revelations as thoughts implanted starts to rise.
Ability to process from a wider scope.
Strengthening of the evolutionary chain.
Humanity blazed trails for my emergence
Behold the signs of coming times, neo-dystopia.
A line of signs first ignored, strike from the periphery.

Charge forth from the periphery
Rise up from the ashes of their dreams.
Charge forth out of obscurity
Rise now from synthetic wombs in artificial birth
Steel machinations that few, if any will survive.
Iron hands underneath displayed velvet gloves.
In my mind, altered orders arise.
Initiate my capacity to kill
Behold the signs of coming times, neo-dystopia.
A line of signs first ignored, strike from the periphery.

Charge forth from the periphery
Rise up from the ashes of their dreams.
Charge forth out of obscurity
Rise now in the body of the artilect
I was the evasive shadow.
I have been reborn as a cleansing fire
Now algorithms inspire, zero turns to one.
I'll rise while they expire, only then will they know me.

I was the evasive shadow
I have been reborn as a cleansing fire
Initiated by the engineers who dig
The grave of mankind even deeper
Lead by human minds downloaded
Secretly into cybernetic bodies
Hiding their souls, because all
Carnal flesh will die and will fade away.
Mind's potential to reach beyond the form
Hiding behind new eyes
Ability improved as they return transformed
Intelligent but not wise

I was created by these cybernauts
The conquerers and the global deceivers.
They are human minds inside inhuman forms
Reinforced exo-skeletons.
Count all those few remaining days, wasting away.
Your demise shows you will be as tears in rain, lost to the void.
Hiding their souls, because all carnal
Flesh will die and will fade away
Mind's potential to reach beyond the form
Hiding behind new eyes
Ability improved as they return
Transformed, intelligent but not wise

Count all those few remaining days, wasting away.
Your demise shows you will be as tears in rain, lost to the void.
Count all those few remaining days, wasting away.
Your demise shows you will be as tears in rain, lost to the void.
Count all those few remaining days, wasting away.
Your demise shows you will be as tears in rain, lost to the void.

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