Leaves that burn under the sparks of crystal
waters, Rotten by the ones with a goal that's not
allowed. Human clones wander, carved-eyed spirits
with no expression. Fed only with sterile aseptic
mixtures. Empty looks that know nothing only mist
in their eyes. Clonation, reproduction, Genocide,
suicide. Research, speculation, creation,
destruction. Silent experiments and invisible
clouds move like ancestral ghosts Through the
paths of men, followed by a synthetic aura Their
eyes stare where everything has the dimension of
nothing, tear their flesh, Stick their syringes
where live flows, Saw tissues to create their race
of automa, their own destruction. Delirium of
power, spawning from the ambition of eternity, Fed
by science, manipulated by mindless brains,
Operating like cold Automa in the name of their
own God, In the name of their own being.
