At this Point Fragmentation Ensues

I only exist in your world.
I call revenge silhouette. Your move.
Babies are having babies
As babies have always had

Babies, sooner or later, sketchy
Or later again. They remain
Primitive angels. You only exist
As them, my fictitious resistance.

Last try. This unjust world is just
A cave of shadows. You and I
Are not beings chained inside.
We're the shadows, entertaining.