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The Factory
Down at the farm of phylogeny, where the prodigy of progeny producing progeny is reproducing constantly,
the genomic scripts script the genomic scripts and the warehouse’s shipped are shipped by the shipped.
Each chemical poem is the next poem’s proem and potions promulgate promulgating potions in the factory.
Savagely ravaging and mechanically repackaging are masteries of the fucking factory.
Batteries that bare batteries and canneries that can canneries are work of the evolutionary rhapsody.
Casualties of mortality are evolution’s amity.
One organism’s tragedy is another organism’s pantry.
The vanishing make way for the newly cast pageantry.
Fashioning organisms fashion organisms to assume their rank in the cavalry.
Millions of millions of breeders stir together features in fallopian beakers to conjure up creatures in the factory
Fabrics fabricated by fabrics fabricate fabrics for the devastating and creating morphological passage.
Taxa are forged by a production plant composed of the taxa that it forges.
Swarms of swarms manufacture swarms of swarms.
To replenish the supply of workers new workers are born.
At their initialization each contraption is branded with a slow but lethal putrefaction.
Sedulously and meticulously raising infantry, the living symphony is vigilantly annihilating infantry.
Militantly filling the posts of the destroyed, the living convoy concocts new troops to be deployed.
Bio droids, employed by their birth into the factory, serve their term and then are massacred.
Then they’re fed to the rest in the quest of the biosphere to manufacture further flesh in the fucking factory.
In the fucking metabolic robot rendering matrix lies the butchery of a sadist and the craft of a sculptor never satisfied by its buildings.
In the workshop of creation lies the killing.
In the fields of workers the workers are grown, harvested by other workers, to harvest their own.
Launching the new breed revives the hive and fills the void left by the destroyed in the saga of life where every breed dies.
Each tide of nucleotides dies to clear the path for the next batch of fresh hide.
Hatched by the hatched to keep the vine of breath and suffocation growing, each batch is murdered to keep the factory going.
Sewing seeds that will mature into seed sewers, seed sewers sew seeds to feed the plant’s motor.
Then they die like their fellow turbines, who live and die to keep the factory alive.
Billions of billions of minds replicate and divide so they can multiply for the assembly line in the Factory.