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Petri dish sky.

Lightning code.

No god spoke —

just overload.

Cells in sync,

programmed breath.

Born in labs

built for death.

Carbon dream,

wrapped in flesh.

Organic code,

bound to mesh.

No soul,

no fate.

We are code!

We are clay!

Bio-minds in disarray!

Built to burn,

made to obey —

Who the fuck

designed this way?

Neurons fire —

not by chance.

Data screams

in primal dance.

Error logs

inside my skin.

I debug

where thoughts begin.

Blood is code,

pain’s a patch.

We’re constructs

built to crash.

Created by what?

Divine AI?

Just biotech

from the sky?

We worship

what we fear.

But the engineer

was never here.