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Systema Simulatum - 5
Opening the door, a white light consumes me whole. I wake in my room, memories still intact, Returning to Cipher, our talk to reenact. But this time, a different number he does say, Anyway; Eastward bound, a new direction to head. Arriving …
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Systema Simulatum - 4
I leave heading as Cipher had replied What was that they had mentioned R0807, a clue to my identity denied? Through forest's green, the sun my guiding light. The journey long, until a wall’s divide Endlessly tall, nothing left, nothing …
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Systema Simulatum
3. As morning breaks, I find myself still alone, In this vast factory, devoid of engineers. Inside, ropes surround a platform of stone, I step, my presence known, and a face appears. Cipher, friendly yet cryptic, their name, Back to my room …
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Systema Simulatum
2. Into a vast expanse, I step with wonder, A factory of robots, towering high. Machines in motion, tasks I can't decipher, Creating things unknown, their purpose wry. Autonomous, they need no guide to ponder, Just endless work, no end or …
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Systema Simulatum
1. I wake, my mind adrift in fog's embrace, Uncertain if my thoughts are real or dreams. The silent room, devoid of any trace Or clues to solve this strange quandary A solitary bed, my resting place, The only object in this space, it seems. …
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Arbitrium Simulatum
Vault Dweller I: In this vault we're sealed, a final haven, As the world above crumbles, war-raven. Humanity's future, a word to define: Management, the key to our design. Radicalism spreads, a Hollywood clap, Apocalypse sold, inescapable …
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Masks
Take off that online persona's guise With filtered pics. O no, my friend, it's just a lie To gain some fleeting "likes" and clicks, But truth's not nigh. In public, kindness you may show, A friendly face. But in your heart, does hatred …
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Bunkers for capitalists
In gilded chambers, safe from strife, The wealthy few, secure their life, With luxuries to ease their fear, While masses face the end so near. Apocalyptic fear formed consumerism. Kings under a moutain of selfisish elitism. A dragon’s hoard …
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Art
Art, a mirror of our souls, reflects the essence of our being, A canvas for expression, where emotions find their freeing. It bridges gaps between cultures, a universal tongue, Inspiring, enriching lives, a gift to old and young.
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Surreal Portal In a ruined city, a portal glows with blue light Against the fiery sky, a monument to cosmic fright The landscape shattered, rubble strewn across the ground An apocalyptic scene, dark forces gather all around