There's a black age in my mind
The time impending is what I shall find
My 16th sleep is now in session
My 16th waking implores contemplation
I dream of the humans
"Seeing" things I've never seen
Catching sights from stray airwaves
Even knowing words like that is quite strange
In my waking hours I know of little but pure survival
Never spoken or thought out loud
Screaming and gasping is all I'm allowed
Then there's this place in my dreams
When I can think and feel
Like a being of life and not a beast
But humans I shall soon see!
My 16th cycle
I leave this land
The hunger changes
Crave blood of man...
It's a black age
Much time has passed
Now... it draws... near...
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