You are systematically erased.
Your eternal life now void.
It's useless.
It's restless.
The monster in your head is starving.
The monster in your head is weak.
So what are you now?
What can you feel now?
Your sheen, your digital glow.
As impotent as withered fruit.
Your sheen, when the world is too clean.
The germs attack.
The germs react.
The virus in your machine
has nothing left to eat.
The virus in your machine
has eaten everything we had.
So what are you?
Did you do enough now?
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