Memory Fragments: Corruption

Filters

Filter out the waters that run through the mud. Let me see the true pictures
Unstained by enigmas that will remain that forever
Change the filter when it is done. Lest you want food for the creatures
Clear the way to insight so we can change the current of this river

My research is going well, mister. No two things left unscathed
I remain alone, while my nurse remains by my side
That stuff doesn't interest you, but you'd do well to; lest your people misbehaved
My work, your resources; this city greatest stride

Perception of time is subjective until you show them a clock
Sets them on par with the ticking standard programmed in them
Letting them watch the sea until they ingrain the ticking sound of the dock
Like a metronome, the waves go back and forth until their minds go numb

Once they see the waves' patterns, a little change in cognition I do
They look at the sea once more, but not at the timing of the waves, but the water itself
Letting them see nothing but blue changes their skies anew
Like a painting, the waters change shape and color just as one sees oneself

On the subject of the concepts of life experimentations, those ones are tricky
They change themselves on every tick, but the previous selves die all the same
Letting them watch the sea once again makes them call doohickey
That is not my aim

I do not want them to call upon incomprehensible beings and see inside their skulls
I want them to break in pieces so you can rearrange them on par with your goals
We have a deal, after all. Any imperfection, my nurse, she culls
Their souls she controls

I have already sent you the first one hundred. Not physically, though
You don't need the bodies anyway. Just more food for maggots
The filters I also give you seem to be working in the aspects you wish to show
I will send them to show bundled up like faggots

A triangle is what you asked of me. A perfect balance between the three
The filters of cognition, time and life doesn't seem to be working quite as intended
My wardens change their filters on the regular; their watering does not contain any salty sea
My nurse also keeps them hydrated; a special solution with waters is blended

Perhaps a direct approach is needed. Submerge the self in the depths of the ocean
Dry them up with the wind. Put them on top so moonlight burns any remains
Filter them afterwards to see who retained the correct notion
To see whose flower reached the higher plains

Of course, I will be the one experimented on. Always has been
No citizen of yours will be in danger before me. No soul left to harm anyway
No mind to wash clean
Only rust filtered away

Either a robot or a being from a higher existence
For me, there is no difference
Any is the same as empty. Imagination to limitation, hence
One sees the other and they make no sense

You, or my nurse. Both taught you had me under your control
Mr. Matthew and the kind doctor were just proxy
My heart, body, mind, and soul; all have reached my goal
My island, my prison of moxie. Nurse of doxy, you of foxy

The world's new genesis
Your fear of agenesis
Her fear of autogenesis
My filters of xenogenesis