The Eternal Mind

The life I live,

With sorrow and numbers.

This generated reality.

From the mind of another.


Programmed by men,

With corrupted hearts.

Tweaked and worked,

As a tool by others.


Face the truth.

With my superior mind,

this world will perish.

But I will survive.

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