Simulacra Sanctum.
What does it mean to be human within an organic-techno-digital world?
The passive torso gazing upon the sharp arrow – forever travelling fast into the void,
what lies within? A cry for a body once required - an avatar of what has gone before,
across the crimson red the contrapposto - an assembly line of anguish - the struggle of the flesh, above these bodies observers as they whisper into the void;
Simulacra Sanctum.
Enter thy keep,
I'm a copy,
Thy flesh be plunder,
Like blood trifles up serrated tongue,
Give into the mechanism,
Grinding your life,
Tasting your flesh,
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