Tuesday, 27 May 2025

The Unborn

 Looking all around this sterile lab

Suspended in a prison test tube rack

In a solution that's no solution

Kinda like a womb with a chilling view


This isn't really where I want to be

But my crackhead mother never really wanted me

Could't abort but she could do a deal

For an embryo they said would never feel


Making preparations for a nuclear war

Building warsuits for conquest afterwards

Making biosystems to control machines

Only thing that's onna survive the E.M.P.


Dripping additions in my glass prison cell

Mindfucking chemical mutagens

Become a creature full of rage and hate

Only the truly paranoid can make the grade


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