Fleeing from reality.
Bioclerics in the cloisters,
Gentle as they put me away
Inside the Supermainframe:
The soulreaper.
In love with Seraphine.
Hold her hips,
Watch them swing.
For every action,
There is a reaction.
Shrine’s in a storm drain.
The starry-eyed songstress,
Sings to my soul.
Or the Cyberdemonic Demiurge,
Feasting on creation.
Digital sunset fractures.
A crimson smog haze,
The corrupt simulacrum.
Overwriting my mind,
Screaming in the maze.

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