Machines Part I

Is this what you wanted? Eat, breed, repeat. Populate and decease. And take it all.

Trade living for a living. Measure your worth in flesh and blood.

I could be your contact in a place of your design, with the grace of wounded lions

I could be your absolute; I could be your sign

I could be your written lie



All this time that I’ve been given I squandered in my own right

All my breath never intended to be used to change your mind

I found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so

I’ll just stack these points of view until one gives out

I wont hold my breath

Oh god, I should have figured



All this work, all this progress, is fine if you wanted it



I should have figured that this would be happening now