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Empty space
Within your mind
Perverted justice
Broken time
Fill a void
Of emptiness
Can't see through
Self-induced mess
Shattered eyes
Stare deep inside
A mistaken mind
Is not your cause
Injustice reigns
Feel its grace
The image provided
Is not the truth
sensory perceptions
numbed by illusion
escape
is not an option
Directory forty-one
The last one on file
Execute and operate
Before it takes your life
Decimation of existence
The end of all things to come
This is Directory forty-one.
Biosphere
Program error
A system failure
Is not the fault
Of the creator
Battle stations, red alert
Sounding guns, crush the foe
Beat them down, crush them to dirt
Make them feel the forces of pain
Savage brutality, and incredible vindication
A tear for thine, hesitates not on its path of desolate eternia
A silent chime, a desolate bell, an endless wait, an inevitable lamentation.
Heh heh heh...