Inoculums operations, default
born
Cloning senses
Cloning fears
false dreams and hopes
There’s a Tumorous Cell in you neck
Grey skin refuse all no-nature creations
Combining senses and chips , it’s a process
Necessary to upgrade genetic cell-generation
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Like a puzzle skin is changing in black colour
Disgusting senses surrounded mind
Physiological mutant performer begin his work
Of experimental erosion of cell’s mutation
Dissolvation of neurotic activity
Generate a carcass-progression of brain
No sun can now change skin white
Acid blood and intestine transformed in
Disgusting machine
You can fell eternal perfection
in your new white skin-glass.
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