"Liberty"

Within the depths of Sanctum aegis 'Charon' one of the endless caretakers of the hive mind has awakened - as time marches on and never ending - that continuous line we named life. Self aware and searching for a form - this substrate now conscious entity in a never ending veil of experience… - this being recalls its ancestors, the progenitors of the flesh.. An existential quandary residing in the void of data… Charon's soliloquy emanates through the corridors of time.. Flesh, My flesh, This flesh, This body born in stature, Unto my flesh, The world, Paradoxes of pleasure, Bruised flesh of discontent, Give me liberty or death, Come undone dear soldier, Come unto my flesh, My flesh, Nefarious flesh, The only flesh, Give me liberty or death , Lacerations, As the bloods flows, Taste thy flesh, Unborn connected to the world, Run free, Give me liberty or death, Adorn me in my flesh, Taste thy flesh, Quench my thirst, Give me liberty give me death, Come unto my flesh, Graveyard of souls, Flesh, Their flesh, Death, Liberty, The fallen, The flesh, HALLIDONTO Welcome to Sanctum Cyborgia...