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When forever slowly degrades

And colours of life start to fade

We wonder what matters and what will remain

This artificial emptiness we dully sustain

Slaves to materia,

Architects of inferia,

The circle of the universe or a ring rot bacteria?

We are nothing and nothing is what we've ever known

As we seek comfort in this polymeric misconstruction

From birth till death, domestic,

Astray in the midst of surfeit we slowly decay

From immortality to triviality

As we enter the mushroom of doom