The MachineMature

Do you ever want to give up and die?

Shredded to pieces by The Machine,

Every slit wrist bleeds defeat,

Mechanical minds of clones keep going,

Outracing us,

If we give in now, the System wins,

It's inhabitants seem to multiply like bacteria,

Sometimes one breaks free for a few years,

But returns to the driving force behind the engine,

When called on by the higher power.

We lose again and again.

 

The End

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