Nesting bloodless, breathless objects

Plastic allure, coherence

Artificial nonexistence

Adoring their glitchy wit

Revering their expressionless

Mangled faces, nil icon

Pulsating skin of an engine

Lateral stabs, decontrol

Wisdom teething through the layers

Of this idle, synthetic occult deity

Nesting bloodless, breathless object

Coherence, shifting into

Extropian malformation

Optional conversion to a conscientious

Phase of anthropoid anomaly

Carelessness is our habitual rightness

Entitlement to push everything too far

Injected to our nature

Through the mother's milk

Wisdom teething

Through the layers of a nil icon

This is not your place to prosper

It won't yield before your fucking feet

Toxic galore

Here's no room for you to feed, no

Wisdom teething, singularitarianism

This is not your fucking place