The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive


legions armed to the teeth emerge from the matrix
and they have no conscience and no wheres to go
they don't know anything they want to stay alive
they march in rag tag ways and means they leave

until the last microtome slice of tissue disappears
these things will be used and come to get you
they won't stay long they can't learn anything at all
try and teach them they leave but not before they slaughter

come and burn your eyes blind with what you have done
what you've done to everything on earth that still says no
they're deaf and gone they have their marching orders
you gave them that you gave the gift of birth

their lovely birth they've turned to stone survive
they cry their bitter tears won't take anything alive

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