Telos

Built to destroy
 Born to compress
 Every worry
 Every idea
 Push it deep down
 The blood vessel cover
 The skin suit of anxiety
 Never speak a word
 Just do as you're told and compete
 Compete for success, for health, for sport.
 Climb the mountain of limbs
 Build the walls around me
 A covered land mine
 Every smile, every itch
 A covered land mine
 Push it deep down
 Put your head under the ground
 Worm discussion
 Built to destroy
 Born to dominate
 As I am you
 You will never know
 Just like all the fools before you
 Here is what we must do
 She writes:
 I awake to a cold touch. Two arms in four-armed bed.
 The touch of wind wrapping around me.
 I'm trying to follow its scent.
 The scent of isolation. Every door opened, every aspect of our life...
 gone. Hauling around our memories.
 Every corner a display of our life.
 A life I assume will never be the same again.
 No signs, no clues. A game that I will question until the end.
 Where have you gone? Was I ever important?
 The late nights lend ideas, but nothing to gather actual progress.
 Years go by. The constant stare. The constant grip inside.
 Every organ grinding.
 Every day seems easier until I step back in our box.
 Boxed in. Surrounded by life,
 while suffocating inside a poor version of one.
 Grip the match, set the fire. Don't save a thing.
 Rebirth. Reborn. Now this is progress.
 The black box will reveal only this. I will sit.
 Sit and wait until not a breath escapes my body.
 Burning in our box. What did all of this even mean?
 More objects to represent a status. One we can't even prove.
 Hide behind what we have taken. You have done this.
 The memory of me will leave with the ash of lost treasures.
 Goodbye to you. Goodbye to everything.
 She speaks:
 Was I ever really alive?
 Did I stay in his mind?
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 Goodbye to all I've known
 I love you
 Rebirth
 Reborn
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 Do as we are built
 Machines for the future
 Bright eyed and ready for life
 The dual gods of our time
 Of all time
 They will never see us coming
 Let's end it all
 Start from scratch
 Patch the uniform and let the galaxy form a comfortable replacement
 We will not be missed
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 Goodbye to everything
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 Doing as one's told
 A puppet through fear
 The crossed finger clicking sounds
 Inner anxiety with a smile
 (Will he even know this? Will she notice?
 I haven't even begun telling her the truth,
 or telling you about her for that matter.)
 Why can't we step back?
 Are we really this important?
 Just because we can doesn't mean we should
 (Let things happen naturally)
 Personal resets through selfish release
 At least I will enjoy
 The worry slips under the door
 (I will never see him or I again)
 You won't see me coming