On a monochrome screen, I exist
A graphic on a table, is what I am
A single cell, bio- manipulated
Forced to exist by technology

I am a clone, selected form of life
I am a clone, prepared to evolve and obey

What I feel can't be described
No fear or hope dwell into me
What I see, a wasteland to defy
To use, consume and dominate

Rising control of self consciousness
Roaring into me - soul at zero

Deep in my flesh, a superior organism
Desensitized - soul at zero

A cold, unnatural stigma of priority
Proud to evolve - soul at zero

A symbolic icon of necessary path
Soul at zero, soul at zero

I am a clone, selected form of life
I am a clone, prepared to evolve and obey