Omniscient brother, my omniscient father at the helm of a self-propagating battle.
Each as another these shorn-scalped automatons.
Civilized and electrified.
Bred to survive.
Conditioned to survive.
Trained to survive.
The victors glutted upon a pile of wasted mass.
In a metal to metal counter attack you will slit his throat.
The ceaseless chaotic fight in a hole to be clawed out.

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