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[could they feel his formulas]

sliding out of their holy claws

[miniatyrs] judged by the undying energy

[whom] never moulded with earthly hands

the spinning machine still playing

slaphand tickle with the ingredients

as the image of our detrimental race

evolved through falsified patterns

[from] when man was but a frogstomp seed

in its capacity of progress don't you get it

visitor with desired potential of myriad details

dating from abnorm programs of forced stress

bleak stranded inflict transformed to coloss

impenetrable by his arts deepening anatomy

the eyeball gimmicks chalkwhite peak

and those massive indigestible results

time history future evidence the lots

machine of all existential truth and lies

in spirit he grew to the size unknown

turning them [halfway] to see it all

inconceivable highs of the escaped one

a figurehead reflecting every loose end

now why the hell rip him off for pulse

his willful gloom and all the science

the feared sparkling dark solemn and fell

earthkings collapsed on cowardice again