Here, not everything is as it seems. Business is in our dreams
A fake wall to veil the incognito, metal comes to my magneto
Salty waters erode the stone, just as flesh putrefies the bone
Terrors rise in fright, robots bloom at night
Races to the finish line, not stopping until they see a sign
Breaking their breaks, they end up at the bottom of the lakes
Who will come out on top? The higher they are, the harder they plop
The counterpart of white, shadows bloom at night
Short life spans, is easy to see with some scans
Replaceable, reparable, separable. That is why minds are unstable
Sine, cosine, tangent. If you see them, that means you got talent
Each one smaller than a byte, zombies bloom at night
Trapped under ice, unable to move forward. Wood shrieks like Northward
Walking right beside me, your future will begin at the count of three
Join us, we have much to discuss
We will pull your country out of daylight, markets bloom at night
Ever-expanding, ever-reaching. Cyfoes' grip is our flagship
Providers, sanctuaries, teachers. Cyfoes' people are our steeple
Never broke, never alone. Cyfoes' resources are part of our forces
The world is in sight, Cyfoes blooms at night
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
