The moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me.

I crave the strengthen and certainty of steel..

I aspire the purity of the blessed machine.

Your kind cling to your flesh as if it will not decay and fail you.

One the crude biomass you call the temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you.


But I'm already saved.


For machine is immortal.


Even in death I serve the Omnissiah



내 육신의 나약함을 깨달은 순간, 그것은 역겨워졌다