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Suspended in liquid (a protolife)

Entombed, in womb (pre-matricide)

Your fingers divide (tissue decays)

Before you are born, you begin to die

Programmed cell death

Autophage

A module for genetic displacement

A circuit for species advancement

Born, if ignorance, we turn

Gears in the species machine

A matrix of decrepitude

Your legion of self awaits atrophy

Your final work in solitude

To cleanse this cell of hate, putrefy

A wall dividing dead and dying

Spent components have diminished

Hydrolase, mindless, dissolving

FInally, your work is finished

Programmed cell death

Autophage