He lived as many but died as one,
Under the fist of a social bomb.
Crawling and cawing with hideous life,
Beneath the circuits of his android wife.
A borg sent forward yet backwards for love,
Not a force from below but a force from above.
Garnished with beauty but devoid of emotion,
It exists without sadness in a forgotten notion.
Outside, in the distance the conversation collapses,
A bothered brain implodes as time elapses.
If not for the minds of the tortured living,
Live not be the evil of gross unforgiving.
May joy be as fragrant as life in a day,
For the waiting soul of the Head doth pray.
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