Mass manipulation for a mathematical relief
quantum leaps of fractal desire,
the eternal growth of the factory.
No more autumn leafs being in the process of decending to the patient earth.
The winter palace plasticized,the ice mountains chemical readjusted to be part of the digital gas fumes of the clean murdering boardroom.
A historical correction became reality by managing an average illusion to keep the top of the pyramid in a few foul hands.
Unauthorized meat is breaking up the throne of the rainbow wizards, experimenting with the golden seeds.
In which circle are you lost, can you still hear the mumbling
of these fragile beats?
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