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The Machine
With anger, I succumb to the machine
I can feel the creak of sprockets affray
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
It’s the machine’s automatic routine
To manipulate my skeletal clay
With anger, I succumb to the machine
No filthy steam, no bloodstained rust will clean
Chained, I remain, as I watch the display
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
With pounding fists and an alarming scream
Mending mechanics oil the passageway
With anger, I succumb to the machine
It’s the machine’s diabolical scheme
Grinding tears, shifting seals, each night I stay
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
When I’m a copy of society
I shall dispose as garbage to decay
With anger, I succumb to the machine
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
I can feel the creak of sprockets affray
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
It’s the machine’s automatic routine
To manipulate my skeletal clay
With anger, I succumb to the machine
No filthy steam, no bloodstained rust will clean
Chained, I remain, as I watch the display
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
With pounding fists and an alarming scream
Mending mechanics oil the passageway
With anger, I succumb to the machine
It’s the machine’s diabolical scheme
Grinding tears, shifting seals, each night I stay
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
When I’m a copy of society
I shall dispose as garbage to decay
With anger, I succumb to the machine
Twisting gears, burning salty gasoline
Published 12th Dec 2021
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