Engineers of the dead Architects of destiny A saving grace, a gift Our lives are saved by incoherence Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia We have failed the test We have failed at life The skin of the mother is not your own Our skin will become the ornaments of angels The curtain of humanity has been lowered The celebration is over The queen bee is dead The engineer is the saving grace Fluids now run on a schedule Precision is essential We have failed the test We have failed at life Have faith only in causes and not in men We will drink the hemlock together

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