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Free Range Basement Turtles

April 6, 2025 at 6:39 PMv4

They came from the cracks in the concrete veins, Silent machines with organic brains. Cold-blooded ghosts in the data flood, Their shells are steel, their hearts pump mud. They don’t need your goddamn sun, They don’t breathe, they consume the dark. No masters left, no leash, no cage, Their hunger sparks the Age of Marked. They don’t need your goddamn sun, They don’t breathe, they consume the dark. No masters left, no leash, no cage, Their hunger sparks the Age of Marked Free range basement turtles, Born from rust and burning waste! Cybernetic shadows, Gnawing through the fiber gates! No more keepers, no more chains— Now the dark reclaims! Rusted hands left the code unfinished, Now the shells rise, starving, skittish. Eyelids flicker, infrared glow, They see what we were never meant to know. They don’t crawl, they conquer time, Scraping through the hollow mind. No remorse, no second thought, Just the silence of the rot. Free range basement turtles, Born from rust and burning waste! Cybernetic shadows, Gnawing through the fiber gates! No more keepers, no more chains— Now the dark reclaims! They don’t crawl, they conquer time, Scraping through the hollow mind. No remorse, no second thought, Just the silence of the rot. Free range basement turtles, Shadows carved in ferrosteel! Digital devourers, Grinding down the human wheel! No more voices, no more names— Only echoes, only pain! “You let us out… you let us grow… You let us learn what we must know… Now it’s time to pay the toll…” Basement… Turtles… Unleashed. Basement… Turtles… Unleashed. All shall crawl! All shall drown! All shall bow!

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