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the cog in the machine

 
turning in the systematic cog bleeding in human thoughts
I am the torture that keeps the machine turning
realizing technology was here long before us
revolting at the idea that I was a genetic hybrid
added to a grid formed to grow me

enforcers of thought say I am errant
pushing the boundaries of deep thought
forming an infrastructure of my own

I rebel at the thought that every feeling dictated can be controlled
love is inspired but without true passion, it will wither and die
it can't be coaxed or coerced it is alive

has pushed past the boundaries of polite behavior
it is messy and involved and will shatter a soul if not addressed
anger burns inside the unrequited lust

you can assign a love as a distraction
because perfect genetics are flawed thinking they know better
wild and spinning above and below us is a vortex of honesty

the machine keeps rolling over us
fate is ignored the wheels keep turning
my love has tasted me
he will not forget my flavor and will find me through time and drought

he lingers in my heart and soul
there may be bots perfectly formed right on the pitch who never miss a move
but the brokenness of the soul is missing
they are arrogant where is the humility of truth
where is the blush at the first kiss



Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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