Ridges fashionable gravity.
I, part machine.
These words on synthetic paper.
Copy of a facsimile’s photocopy.
All is truth?
In this world of lies.
Despising great wisdom.
No more words can say speak.
Every word tainted.
Transformed into falsehood.
Driven past redemption.
Shattered maidenhead of the valley of souls.
Nothing more human: inseminate, devastate, control.
Silence, only gift bestowed…
In kingdoms lost by virtual reality.