Consensus For The Locus Of Thought - Harlots

What employs destroys all life

Sail this sea of fire with me and lift up our decay

The human war machine marches on

Unfurled like avalanches crushing downward onto us

Mainframe die

Like a cancer slowly evolving to suppress antigen, fueling the beast

There is no space in time

I’m trying to find my way back to this place again

But I cannot find like so many others before me a way to unlatch from its grasp

A way to be free of its tasks

My brain is artificial intelligence

Shut it down