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Collect what's left of us

On fields of ice and lands of glass

We are the seed orchard

We are the backup clones

A harvest to replace

A new life to embrace

An open box and we know not

If we're in or out

We are not made to last

Within walls of glass

No numbers, no names

No one to blame

Life expectancy low

Like ghosts on the snow

Forsaken, but watched

Alive, but not born

Different time and place

Without our minds erased

We could be like the ones,

That made us

They, whose faces veiled

They, whose landing failed

They, whose warped image

We reflect

Bow before me

For I made you

Die before me

You're made for me

You are like me

You can't fight me

You reflect me

Yet neglected

One life to give

One life to take

One eye in the sky to watch us

One life to grieve

One life to fake

One prey to feed the vultures