Shedding clothes and hair and skin and fat and bone and membranes.
We were meant to be, these dead tangled unpreserved gray matters
splattered into less than dust and more than human, minds combined
refined into this, us, thus we are dust, we are dust, we are less
Humorous matter to the brainless mass, thoughtless vacuum
expanse of intellectual property, communal knowledge, with nothing to gain
Except our brain, again the useless organ that defined our life
The control is naught, we are naught, and yet we live evermore
Braced on God's hand in his Breath, by his Tears, by our Death
We were never made, we didn't breathe or walk. We strayed
Saved by the equation, God's death, Our death, we're the same
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