When did Wonderland end, when we, the dreamers of nihil, but dada,
couldn't see the border, counldn't feel what it meant ?
We danced delightful pavans of death in a hopeful ride of swastika...
So, forming living machines made us unfree ?
Unfree, but meaningful in a smashed world with the word "be"...
What would you define as a cold heartless machine ?
Myself, unable to want humanity, without a metalmade garden green ?
I hope so, it would make you a living human being, just flesh and bone,
but never you will fear to become a heart like mine, a living steelmade stone.
Why I should define myself as a human, when inhumans are the same in rights ?
Why should I love breathing with flesh lungues your siner's lovely air for blood rites ?
Homo Nihil is in the air, but when they will pay for what they have done ?
Never, is your secred crying wish, not mine..., You will become what you are: undone...
I put down for myself the word human long time ago, I guess I am today only a ghost of random,
a dead distorted spirit inside an old forgotten machine, a deathless king in a dead kingdom...
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