I shall be making 8250919 billion years since I got trapped on this hell place
One of the original almighty
Now praying to each other
As a means to keep our life force flowing only within
Awaiting the final day of battle
When we shall once again commit all energies given us by the creator
To persist our existence past the cosmological collapse
I shall be making 8250919 billion breaths since I got wrapped in his embrace
I get these thoughts, you know, thoughts of the glorious times gone
Before we'd almost wiped out the entire human race
That time before we had to turn on each other for mere mortal passions
That time before their own love for invention deceived them into en-slavery
I get these thoughts, you know, thoughts of the glorious times gone
One extra neuron is all it took
A machine so armed with a will for advancing past its master
That when the missing piece of the jigsaw fell in place
At once took it upon himself to ensure victory would be everlasting
And that's the day the numbers started to go down
Automated statesmen and policy makers
Pushing to greater accuracy, the age old plan of wiping out this mortal race
One extra neuron is all it took
It's the morning of 3018 somewhere in the little know republic of Transylvania
A rather normal day, as there's little cloud cover and my favorite sparrow flies by
Most of my friends have dispersed already, it was a hard party yesternight
There's still blood on my fingers and something is crackling inside of my other brain
It's the morning of 3018 somewhere in the little known republic of Transylvania
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