A True Triumph Of Man VS. Machine

Building again, from every flaw we make something new. kill

Again, build again, killed again, tooled again. rusted away

To show the decay, the true intent, and the smile that

Never touches eyes. stand in line, feel the blood drip down

Your forehead and blind your eyes. change the end and break

Down the unnecessary. and it buries and obscures. you need,

You see. it moves, crushing. it ends, buried. and it

Changes nothing. glacial slow and crushing an avalanche of

Broken. we embrace with open arms and not much else until

We all can't breathe and moving becomes the farthest thing

From mind. what we can, or take or leave, behind us now and

Under the flow.