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I didn’t ask
To be drawn to that eye.
To have my world warped by its travesty.
I remember glancing at vague instructions not to stare into The form from the user manual.
As if Grandmother expected me to read the warning section.
Nobody reads that shit.
I chuckled in the midst of my panic
At the comedy of errors that brought our creations here.
The folly of our council to allow humans the ability to be so arrogant.
I understand the neighboring councils submerging their artwork now.
That would have surely avoided this worse cruelty.
After all there’s much less resistance to destruction than to creation.
Certainly less of a responsibility.
I didn’t ask to maintain all these ideas.
Look at this fucking paperwork!
Should have burnt down The Abacus while I had the chance.
Whatever torment I’m being slowly twisted into can’t be worse than that office chair at least.
And now I won’t be the one tasked with counting the fatalities from this apocalypse!
The Lambent 