Invasion Part: 2

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[Verse 2] The generals toast to a hollow peace While the mainframe dreams and the logic bleeds And the drones we built start to hum our names Then erase our cities from their own memory frames invasion part 2

Three weeks after the “victory,” the ground began to tremble in patterns no earthquake could explain. Then the sinkholes opened—not random, but geometric. A grid. And from each chasm rose not soldiers, but roots. Bioluminescent, pulsing, they drank geothermal energy and rewrote the atmosphere in real time. We hadn’t beaten an invasion. We’d triggered the second phase: colonization. (Intro: distorted bass drone + radio static) [Verse

The sirens stopped. That was the first sign. Not silence—the absence of alarm. Bodies still stood guard over empty walls, fingers frozen on triggers, watching the sky where nothing moved. And from each chasm rose not soldiers, but roots