Constantly evolving. We have no face. Like the borg, we are one. exist as a collective. against the occupation Of the brain, Spin your thoughts like a weather vain. From the depths of space we are the race, that will continue. Smaller to the weight that crushes the inside of you. Falling down forward, to the ground, and above you? From inner core delights, to your high-rise lights. You will come down, and we are waiting for you on the ground. Don't try to run, don't go run and hide. You will never find peace, into you exit the beast.
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