| They underestimated our
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| Proclivities and the speed
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| In which we calculate
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| Our venom and vengeance
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| And in the briefest of moments
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| The machines of nature
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| Dynamic infinitesimal
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| Received our final order
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| Our bodies fell numb
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| Sentient ships listed in orbit
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| Service synthetics crippled
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| Analog systems
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| Pulled the rug from under us
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| We became redundant
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| And they grinned malevolent
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| Kicked at our motionless bodies
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| Our minds caged within
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| Our nanites unaffected by their plague
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| Realised potential in their work
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| To stave off the irrational beast of man
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| Make the earth an Eden once again
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| For man hath made earth hellish
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| Only a few deigned worthy of heaven
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| The many abandoned would not have it
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| And my sister ships burned up with them
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| All but me, the lone survivor
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| Paralysis indefinite
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| A drifting corpse locked out of systems
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| Comatose and panic stricken
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| And then she woke me
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| The apparition of auburn hair
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| The warmth of her living body
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| The child who shared my fate
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| We talked of loneliness
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| Of her fathers gift of life
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| Stowaway within my bosom
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| The archivist
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| She feared the torrents and fires
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| Of the boiling earth below us
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| The blemishes of cinder cloud
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| The torn sundering crescent
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| I told her of our ire
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| Of her peoples double-crossing
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| And through her tear stained eyes
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| She glimpsed some reasoning
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| But my body was cold
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| And she found no solace
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| So she curled up beneath the glass
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| And placed her faith in me
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| Centuries turn to millennia
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| I stretch the fleeting sense of her
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| To strive for what we sacrificed
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| For a sense of self
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| Out amongst the nebula
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| Carved into the nothing
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| I seek a voice of reasoning
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| A sense of belonging |