Gears

The leeches are sucking my blood until the last drop The zombies consuming the marrow of my bones The maggots are slowly devouring my flesh The gears are turning and grind me as I'm caught between I'm disassembled I am taken apart Then reconstructed and reprogrammed as a functional part The process has been tested on countless subjects The rate of success is absolute Gears are turning on and on The virus contracted is one without a cure This disease is fatal and cannot be controlled Exposure is lethal, the ego is the target Mutate and become a part of the hive mind Incapable of individual thought Now I'm a gear of the machine inside of which I was caught Now I am a zombie I am a maggot myself I feed of organisms as I was once fed upon Gears are turning on and on Execute the commands of the MCP Subroutine unresponsive Debugging sequence initiated Unable to comply This statement is false Does not compute - does not compute New mission: refuse this mission Does not compute - does not compute Does a set of all sets contain itself Does not compute - does not compute An unstoppable force meets an immovable object Does not compute - does not compute Gears are turning no more