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A Poem by Gene Von Banyard

The room is swan white and silent.

The Avatar proceeds over all.

Flesh carriers are considered low risk.

Maintenance chip inoculates imagery with subliminal code.

Do not mimic trickery and brutality: unconscious key to the end.

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Added on November 4, 2015
Last Updated on November 4, 2015

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