När två kroppar föds utan viljestyrka
på kal mark
slår de huvudet i marken
spräcker sin tunna hud
ljudet eskalerar av deras redan svunna tid
De väver en mur omkring sig

av sina armar och ben

Motståndskraft som inte fanns

men ändå gav till ett sista skrik.

Utan varsel
börjar det gro
mossa över vad som en gång fanns
kvar utan att lämna
spår av
koagulerat blod

Saknad av själ
var vad brände i deras tjocka halsar.
Stum luft
utan att inhalera
försvann kropparna i mörkret

Fish dead fishes.
Break already broken legs
Follow those who have been
stalked by thousands
Do as everyone does
Everyone is liberty!
End up wanting to
reach same goal as the rest of
your clones.
Unique was never written on
your bones.

A symphony from the orchestra.
A laugh from the speakers.
Examine the way you
walk.
Talk.
As robots, no one can leave
the area sorrounded by electric
fences.
As humans, no one can avoid
the buried senses
that left some traces in the
mud.
Everyone was left to become
no one when love died as
the orchestra's violins stopped
vibrating completely.
An illusionist believed
his on myths and a luagh
was spread all over the
insanity that had grown
since the violins sounds
had partched out.