Short-circuit
by me(whatever)
to this song: Thoughtful Zombie(miku-tan)
In a sulfur sprouted world,
the artificial humanoid gets up at breakfast.
To a song created of electricity,
it's eyes glaze over
attempting to follow to conclusion.
Along the broken circuitry,
unfinished words plug inside the qualia,
Essential data destroyed with the mind,
no relation to history
The mechanical sky pretends to change
The leaves of magnetic scrips,
travel behind blackened silver feet.
With the song,
non-stopping in procession,
Time has begun to recess,
carried behind the floating hydrogen.
La la la la la la la~
Obsolete memory,
removed with yesterdays refuse
starts with repudiation.
Metaphysical emotion,
exists?
Is what the artificial humanoid processed?
Is what I thought.
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