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Machinery PreparedGatheringThe fragments of bodiesLinking the words into statementsMachinery's preparedLike a monster from necronish dimensionsSeparating dust from sentimentsThe Creator is forced to actThe power of beholding the wholeThough grounding on artificial truthIs only doing its dutyFor selling the perfect one in its kindDistortedBeauty in public serviceSo like a picture of a dead virginCarved above her watery graveTry to force the will,Will of your ownDirectionWherein the lenses lie which bringsTo daylight the Imperfect CrimeThrough stirring at useful productionsOf the infected mindsThe game has lost its purposeReproducing the hearts of a dying childActing in highest position of GodThousands of coherent lies synthesisedGatheringThe fragments of bodiesLinking the words into statementsMachinery is prepared like a monster, directedTowards the unknown species,Species unknown |