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Mutating mortals
written by Genocide Reaper08:11 PM 10/17/04| Mutating mortals that see the end, laying in a sespool of genes, gentically injured to be something other than the norm. Born from a glass tube, so the Dr's could see through, yes, its not something people like to talk about, but its something, a well kept secret something. Vicious vats of visual vaccinations of the New Nations. We're takeing money and blood to feed their lab made souls. But soon the love for these creatures will fade as they take over the Lab, and slowly begin to push the button labeled tab of turmoil. Grief will set in as they're grease and gore infectious hands push the buttons turning on the killing machines, tuneing into the satalites that float above, madness that has come, and will not go. This we shall all wittness, this we will soon know. Freaks of faculties concoted to pop the cherrys of men, soldiers of Tubes and Wires, machines of murder. Whats this they call freedom. If you could kill one, you'd be locked down and made a organic odessy. Orintation would be the creation of your next form, as you are reborn into a flesh ripping Mutation made in a Center of Control. The Dr's drown your soul in test and turmoil! |
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