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Erased
From genetic information I became.
From particles I was raised.
From my conception I received the ticket to live and then fall into a fucking grave.
From subatomic medium I am construed.
To subatomic medium I will be reduced.
I’m a collection subjected to chemical and atomic disconnection.
Erected to continue this convention of erecting the next members to continue the convention and subsequently be dismembered.
Ejected from the vagina with an impetus to survive and a comprehension of my unpreventable time of demise.
Another organism in the fleet of propagation; the chain of penetration; the chain of continuation; the process of mutation;
the procession of procreation; the parade of copulation; the populous of populating populations; the multiplication of creations built for regeneration.
I will be sacrificed.
I will be deactivated.
I’m a monument of matter integrated for disintegration.
Constructed with a function that I can’t escape.
Self Destruction.
Constructed with a function to be erased.
The evolutionary factory that fathered me is the evolutionary factory that will slaughter me.
I’m another engine manufactured with a design that manufactures my massacre.
Matter condensation.
Condensation then de unify.
Solidify and then be loyal to evaporation.
You must be loyal to the executioner imprinted in every location in your system.
There is no salvation.
Composition, decomposition.
Condemned to be deceased by the occurrence of your life’s ignition.
Saturated with a lethal poison that you can’t eliminate – the poisonous genetic command to self terminate.
From the womb this animated matrix of compounds arose with an impetus of insemination and a chromosomal line of code
that chemically states that I will decompose.
Installed with a detonator like every other model atop the globe, I’m another expendable probe.
A Homo Sapian microbe.
A battery in the propagative cavalry of batteries.
I’m another node.
So like my predecessors and the predecessors of my predecessors I am put together with specifications to corrode.
I can not negotiate.
The gears of this contraption that gave birth to me will destroy my face.
Eliminated by the mechanism of replication that instated, from particles, my genotypic blueprint and its phenotypic manifestation.
Impregnation spawns the next soldier to face obliteration.
I’m carbon, hydrogen, and nitrogen, and oxygen sentenced to dissipation for biological automation.
Another circuit in the implementation of transpeciel communication
Conducting the pulse of consumption and defecation, locomotion, gyration, and colonization in this propelling propeller of Kamikaze helpers
From my impending doom I can take no shelter.
I can take no elixir to fix the crux of my fixture.
I’m a temporary mixture.
Drafted for the race.
Manufactured for the state.
Crafted to craft another face to take my place when I’m erased.