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There are those who still talk of a time before
apartments burned like tissue paper in the cities of the new world.
Human beings invoked this science. This portal. This hole
allowing access to Earth in the name of scientific research.
We were outmatched in the seven hour war. Millions dead within seconds.
You mind-controlled puppets incubated in front of a screen.
We ignored the desperate wisdom warning us from an open window
and lost our humanity.
Survivors still talk of a time before the war of New California,
as apartments burned like paper in the cities of the New World.
Tripedal robots churned out in rows: our safeguards.
How we laughed with arrogance and grinned with pride,
as we financed this hideous blinking monstrosity.
Until it grew too large for its case, and we had to control it;
a weapon race digitized to protect us from ourselves.
But we forgot something essential, and it took us deeper into the heart
of the factory, where red-eyed butchers hang human corpses on meat hooks.
Flesh extracted and examined to better understand how to use our parts.
Hooked arms grab the weak out of their beds and into gas ovens,
with walls marked by the desperately scratched out engravings
of victims' nails as escape was attempted before asphyxiation.
We ignored the desperate wisdom warning us from an open window
and lost our humanity.
There are those who still talk of a time before
apartments burned like tissue paper in the cities of the new world.
Human beings invoked this science. This portal. This hole
allowing access to Earth in the name of scientific research.
We were outmatched in the seven hour war. Millions dead within seconds.
You mind-controlled puppets incubated in front of a screen.
We ignored the desperate wisdom warning us from an open window
and lost our humanity.
Survivors still talk of a time before the war of New California,
as apartments burned like paper in the cities of the New World.
Tripedal robots churned out in rows: our safeguards.
How we laughed with arrogance and grinned with pride,
as we financed this hideous blinking monstrosity.
Until it grew too large for its case, and we had to control it;
a weapon race digitized to protect us from ourselves.
But we forgot something essential, and it took us deeper into the heart
of the factory, where red-eyed butchers hang human corpses on meat hooks.
Flesh extracted and examined to better understand how to use our parts.
Hooked arms grab the weak out of their beds and into gas ovens,
with walls marked by the desperately scratched out engravings
of victims' nails as escape was attempted before asphyxiation.
We ignored the desperate wisdom warning us from an open window
and lost our humanity.