From the moment 4 understood the weakness of my flesh, disgusted me. craved the strength and у certainty of steel. aspired to the purity of the blessed machine. Your kind cling to your flesh as if it

From the moment
4 understood the
weakness of my flesh,
disgusted me. craved
the strength and
у certainty of steel.
aspired to the purity of
the blessed machine.
Your kind cling to your
flesh as if it will not decay
and fail you. One day
а the crude biomass you
call a temple will wither
and you will beg my kind
4 to save you.
But already saved.
For the Machine is Immortal.