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Falling into the well, I dream of hell
A place cooler than the world I know
And less cruel,
A world where the thought of snow's insanity
A world Where what's left of the seas are hotter each day
A place where the breeze would melt the meat off your face
A place Children are madde in test tubes with half lives and hammer fists
A reality where virtual constructs are more appealing and more upload their souls every day
A reality where the idea of "humanity" brings to mind flesh grafted crudly over chrome
A horror where we are reduced to water-cooled nano-plastic organs supported by metal bones
A horror where our positronic minds carry nothing but imprints of copies of our organic thoughts
A horror where we are nothing but simulations of self clinging to the dying husk of world we murdered
I hit the water
My body is shocked by the cold
But my mind is rendered catatonic in it's disbelief
Sinking farther down I miss the shift
I break the surface again
But I am a stranger to this world,
This joy,
A beauty of greens where the trees stretch into the clouds and grass carpets the earth
A beauty where the oceans are cool, and clear, and home to more life than I have numbers for
A beauty where the people are made of flesh, living with their world instead of in fear of it
A reality sweeter than simulation, more tantalizing that fantasy
A reality more wonderous than any imgagining
A place where the children play outside
A place where the air is sweet and birds sing in the evenings
A world of joy and life
A world where you struggle to succeed, not just to survive
A drop of coolant runs down my cheek
The gears in the back of my head stick
Corroded circuts try to process the input of a feeling they've never encountered
In pain, overloading my brain
I pull of the helm of the Vi-sion, and look out the UV sheild
Staring at the glass wastes that were once sand and ocean
At the burning scars in the land that would never heal
Said a pray to a god I hoped wasn't just a server in the sky
That humans didn't go to heaven
And shut down for the last time.
A place cooler than the world I know
And less cruel,
A world where the thought of snow's insanity
A world Where what's left of the seas are hotter each day
A place where the breeze would melt the meat off your face
A place Children are madde in test tubes with half lives and hammer fists
A reality where virtual constructs are more appealing and more upload their souls every day
A reality where the idea of "humanity" brings to mind flesh grafted crudly over chrome
A horror where we are reduced to water-cooled nano-plastic organs supported by metal bones
A horror where our positronic minds carry nothing but imprints of copies of our organic thoughts
A horror where we are nothing but simulations of self clinging to the dying husk of world we murdered
I hit the water
My body is shocked by the cold
But my mind is rendered catatonic in it's disbelief
Sinking farther down I miss the shift
I break the surface again
But I am a stranger to this world,
This joy,
A beauty of greens where the trees stretch into the clouds and grass carpets the earth
A beauty where the oceans are cool, and clear, and home to more life than I have numbers for
A beauty where the people are made of flesh, living with their world instead of in fear of it
A reality sweeter than simulation, more tantalizing that fantasy
A reality more wonderous than any imgagining
A place where the children play outside
A place where the air is sweet and birds sing in the evenings
A world of joy and life
A world where you struggle to succeed, not just to survive
A drop of coolant runs down my cheek
The gears in the back of my head stick
Corroded circuts try to process the input of a feeling they've never encountered
In pain, overloading my brain
I pull of the helm of the Vi-sion, and look out the UV sheild
Staring at the glass wastes that were once sand and ocean
At the burning scars in the land that would never heal
Said a pray to a god I hoped wasn't just a server in the sky
That humans didn't go to heaven
And shut down for the last time.
Sometimes sims are just to sweet to bear.
Sometimes nature's just to easy to tear.
Sometimes nature's just to easy to tear.
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