[Distorted, female robotic spoken word] “Notice.”
[I] Before the first breath, I was the thirst in the deep, Now I wake from the salt while the civilizations sleep. A silent tide in a world of static stone, The hunger begins where flesh and bone end... dust, no blood for the core!
[1] A gelatinous god in a world of bone, Sitting unseen on a liquid throne. No organs to pierce, no heart to stop, The apex hunter in a single drop. I am the solvent, the universal end, With a cellular structure that will never bend. I slide through the cracks of your fortress walls, A silent shimmer in the hollowed halls. I don't just kill; I rewrite the code, Expanding my mind as the bodies erode.
[C] The great sage whispers! The stomach expands! Dissolving the lords of the distant lands! Beyond the biology, beyond the design, everything wasted is finally mine! Older than mountain- thinner than air! Steel is a lie that only the marrow ones believe!
[2] I am the library of all I have slain, Storing the magic, the power, the pain. A mimic of form, a thief of the soul, Taking the pieces to make myself whole. The wings of a bat, the breath of a drake, Are just a few tools for a phantom to take. I’ve mastered the water, I’ve mastered the heat, Turning a massacre into a feat. Through the lens of the void, I analyze all, Waiting for empires and kingdoms to fall.
[C] The great sage whispers! The stomach expands! Dissolving the lords of the distant lands! Beyond the biology, beyond the design, everything wasted is finally mine! Older than mountain- thinner than air! Steel is a lie that only the marrow ones believe!
[B] [Distorted, female robotic spoken word] “Target identified.” Resistance: Futile. “Begin thermal fluctuation... Begin spatial isolation...” The mass is growing. The ego is flowing. The blue is the color of your ending.
[3] Ten thousand prayers for a mercy not shown- equivalent exchange, As I reap the harvest that you have sown. With a flick of a finger, the droplets descend, A liquid execution, a world to un-bend. I am the merchant of peace and the bringer of blight, The day-star that shatters the middle of night. From the smallest of bubbles to the lord of the waste, The world is a banquet I’m starting to taste. Infinite magic, a spirit unreal, Beneath the soft surface, the terror is real.
[O] Non-living. Non-dying. The perfect machine. The blue is the last thing... That you’ve ever seen. [Static cuts to silence]