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I am an outcast from the heavens and the stars
A molded biological being caught between a war
A sattire of flesh and bone held together by centrifical force
A wonder from the book of nature but strayed way of course
I am nothing more than a spec of dust carried by the wind
A humbled embodied spirit screaming deep within
Lost in a world of madness where insanity has no cage
Frost cold and sadness caught in a riptide of rage
Scorched memories "my life" just a faded illusion
Artificial consciousness one of lifes great infusions
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