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A realization. |
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I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds. |
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It is a film that is holding me together. |
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A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time. |
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Collodion stripped across my belly. |
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Holding back the insides. |
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The synthetic rise is holding us and our time. |
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I am waiting for that moment. |
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It is a film that holds me together. |
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We and our existence are becoming one with a new synthetic lifeform. |
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It is a wonder we remember how to breathe without a computer telling us to do so. |
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We have baited a trap, but the prey is ourselves. |
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What will we do when it all comes crashing down? |
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A synthetic rise of creations that can sure kill. |
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And you start to think that |
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Matrix shit is going down. |
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Isn't it ironic that our own creations will outlast us? |
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Synthetic rise, fake salvation a time will come. |
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It is no longer an opinion, a time will come. |
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Remember yourself how to live again. |
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Will come. |
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Hey! A realization of my fixation. |
