Clone casualties? None of clones will count the dead
Human casualties? Reaper has his hands strained, dread...
But who am I?
I didn't meet my copy... even k**
I doubt about my originality
I feel like foreigner... thoughts so ill
Epoch of clones now ends, tabooed, banned
New day dawn soon will come, trying to understand why...
Day of the victory, our mankind is safe
But I think I am one, a clone, my d**h's postponed
Final deletion...
I survived my deletion
But who am I?
I didn't meet my copy
I doubt about my originality
I feel like foreigner... thoughts so ill
A cyclic end, history to flush
There's one left to decimate
A cyclic end, my future is unknown
To join normal life, I have to procreate