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The Refinery
Like the long dissociated templates from which I am descended, I'm just another fleeting piece of this assemblage.
Like the billions and billions of past canceled preambles, I'm directed to pass the baton of morphous life and be dismantled.
Armed, without volition, with an inclination of seed vomition, each squadron is commissioned for transmission of the bio signal and eventual fission.
Meeting perdition for the feeding of the expedition, each taxonomic division provides its provision.
Greeting extirpation in the face of speciel revision, the soldiers are devised to conduct the genetic vision and then resign.
The mission seems, to me, to be modification at the expense of each generation. The operation seems, to me, to be modulation of the deoxyribonucleic mind.
The sepulture of each animated sculpture is requisite to refine the homeostatic, organized, consuming, defecating life line.
Each troop dies to make progress in this alembic of sex and death.
Delete me from the parade to make way for the upgraded infantry of the quest.
Crucify me for the progress of this refinery.
Crucify me to make way for the new genetic breed.
Crucify me on the cross of this fucking machine.
Crucify me.
Butcher me for this refinery.
Left decrepit by the employer of their service, the unavailing are incinerated in the furnace.
The course of genesis kills and replenishes the members of the settlement to cleanse the metagenic current.
The re purveyance of inept circuits requires a fresh supply of circuits furnished by the condemned.
The consecution of organic fusion is constantly cleansed, subverting and rebuilding its supply of flesh.
Renewing the labor force of the cellular saga,
the system of killing and building kills and builds in order to proliferate it's drama of weaving creatures and depleting creatures;
of breeding creatures and deleting creatures.
Updating the features of the vessels of gestation and ecological navigation, the used are scrapped to make way for further germination and alteration.
In this equation of conversion I'm devastated for the circus of transformation.