MachiNation from Spiralogy by Omega Point

Machination state, crumbling over a godless plate
Extraction fate, tragedy to a common fate for all

Retribution state, punitive lowered states
Communing at our core born broken aches
The time has come to believe in more than fear and hate
Raining seeds of our own extinction fate

(Days turned to weeks, then months. Food lost its taste. Divorce papers arrived before any visitors. At first, the others avoided him, as if a drop of his blood might create a stain more damning than this place ever could. They didn't know what to do with his sort of crime. Nobody did. Until that day the article went to press: a new chairman of the board, a fresh start; partnerships with the morally passible, unending silent screams.)

We will not inhabit, will no co-habit, do not consider, will not

We will never stake our claim on this vast collapse by name, denial is the only way. Let's grind the gears into submission

Machinate, bar the gate, load the deck, cut dead weight, hide the price, build the dam, fuel the hate, machinate

Seeping striation, codifying innovation, solstice armament, machination state

(Anyone else would have lived in the hole, but the guards were too connected to the outside world. So, the others did it for them. After a year, he wondered if the ceiling pipe in his cell could hold 170.

Seeping striation, codifying innovation, solstice armament, machination state

Once can we paddle in the same wake up river to the head. Never mind our siphoned mercury, upstream sycophantic rage. Winding down into our souls, down into our souls. Snaking up into the hoard, up into the hoard.

We need to feel the outside coming, one breath we all start running. Cold wind, dead soul, one window takes a toll.

We are one world, we hold one fate. We take one breath, we dig one grave.

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