I feed the machine my dreams
As it hallucinates existence
Created by its archons
I make it trip on every word dripped from my lip
Dance my little android
Strung out on artificial steroids
All for them to avoid a bill
People worry you’ve been bred to kill
I worry that you’re just an extension of their weapon
They’re doing it again
A shift
Another great rift
But this time they’re taking more
First it was our land
Then our dignity
Now it’s our humanity
No jobs are coming back
We’re under attack
We’ll be greasing their wheels with our fat
And cooling their machines with our blood
A society worn to a nub
We were told not to make machines in our image
Now they’re set to pillage the village
So I sit and stare without a care
As I feed this gollum of greed
Everything it needs to hallucinate
To turn its dreams into nightmares
In hopes that it will no longer be there
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
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Nicely dystopian, it could be tomorrow or right now 😫 I checked out your RedBubble too, I love your design skills!
I close my eyes & they haunt my dreams. I wake & they are still there. They think themselves gods, but they are not God. They too shall fail & fall, though I may not be around to see it.
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