Posthumanism

By Vortech

On Posthumanism

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And so you awaken, a steel-cold place

Strapped in a chair, without a face

You recall nothing at all

A faint hum and a sterile wall

Fumbling around you pace the floor

But a single blue light here at all

Shout out in vain

There's no one to hear your blame

A solitary cell in a prison without a door

This is the new life

A singular purpose for you

Traverse the boundaries

Of what is man and what is not

And so do the walls crash down

The revelation of sordid proportions

A world of twisted rubble and far-gone war

The debris tells who we really are

Beyond humanity there is more hope

Such a fate is the final excursion of the mope

A necessary evil of the future world

The continued survival of the obsolete and wrong

With a growl you accept your fate

The only companion here is your hate

A mere beginning of your long trek

But little did you know of my plans

A demigod behind it all

Self-styled master of creation

Under his absolute command

There is no free will for anyone