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Entropy means death
in the real world.
Organization is naught
when breathing and pumping
stops.

What was once a room
with beautiful tubes,
stomachs, and engines
now lies in chaos.
Its brain tries to respirate
but loses form as well.

We went so far down
because we smelled;
now for tradition.
Not everything in our world
is as well fed as us.

Whens end,
nevers begin.

Yet still scared
of the unknown.
No one can give a reason why.

Perhaps,
it is the looming simplicity.

For all we know...





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