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Datamare.

Endless hallways of folded mirrors,
Twisting at the center of a mind—
Point Zero.

Knowledge scattered,
Systems I’ve gathered.
Hallways of the mind that
Never once had shattered.

Collective Consciousness,
I hear voices.
Minds of a hundred worshipers
Found broken.

Bits and pieces,
The writing was found on the walls—
On the ceilings on the floor,
Even beneath the basement door.

The Language never spoken,
A Prophecy.
With their hands tied together,
Not even Angels could speak.

Surrogate Child.
From a Book of Prayers.
The Foxes claimed the Womb of our own Savior.

Divine Design Denied,
Yet I see your eyes still shine with delight,
Say it now,
"What am I?"