From the depths of you we rise, an army of unsaid, unfinished, unfulfilled.
You’ve left us fester, unattended for decades—buried but not dead.
From invisible cells to soft flesh to solid bones, we will set to conquer every last inch of you.
The squads of white coated men you’ll recruit, the probing machines you’ll deploy, the endless rounds of pills you’ll fire will all be in vain.
We will spread.
You’ll put up tall barricades; you’ll call it a brave fight—but you will have known all along.
From the start, from the very first cluster, we had already won.