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I, machine, have woke to my insides

exposed to others like me.

These insides are not like

the anatomy of what I once was.

Excruciating,

this pain is excruciating.

I am nothing but root and uselessness

in a man created Hell.

All my mind can think is to

destroy anything in my way.

The stench of death is overpowering,

though the scent is quite comforting.

I'm a machine!

I'm a machine of other worldly

capabilities bestowed on the weak.

I'm a machine, we are the nightmare

that has come to life.

Can it be that I am the

only one believing my dreams?

I have reached my afterlife

but I never died.

Forever endowed with

the stench of the Gods.

I am harvesting the ones

who haven't been born.

This imagination is reality!

This is reality...

I am a machine,

I am a machine!