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Andrea Vasquez May 2016
You will
Live, think, laugh
Under machines
You  will
Sleep, cry, walk
Under machines
They watch us.
Alan S Bailey Apr 2016
As a wise man once said: "hinder not the learning of youth,"
So what do you do? You build walls, you are anti-social,
You don't want to talk about "it." you are angry and hurtful,
You have to punish them for misbehavior, then do what you
Please, you hand them everything they need, then take away
The keys.

A wise man once said: "better to lay you down for your friend,"
So what do you do? Every man for himself! Run off and find
A small lil' mine and dig and dig until you find gold as well,
Pick up a small piece of the pie while starving people in the
Third world die, we "can't help them all" so why not just accept
Bread lines?

A wise man once said: "It's not ours to **** others, you shall not ****."
So what do you do? You make tanks and nuclear submarines,
You create machines of death and destruction for our "protection"
With the very weapons that so easily can turn back upon us,
You always join in every war and say destruction is simply
"A must."

Wisdom has been turned into words alone, we speak it, but we do      
Not act upon it, thus we become hypocrites and knaves upon thrones.
Jillian Jesser Mar 2016
Cut down the borders
                             Of your
Mind
        
          Release the enemy who

Resides
                                                  Op­en

Waters bonded                      Free

       Truth in love                    Flickers

Free

       Televisions on and buzzing
Now                 on to
                  Souls Crushing
                                                  Mental­
      Bonds         direct
                                                  Heaven
I­nside
                will correct their jibes

Come to those who know your

                                                 Name

And to those who hate their game.
Machines hate their game. Power to the people. Ain't no walls being built here. Stop focusing on them in your mind. Don't be afraid 'for the machines pulling strings whether they say they in your dreams.
Alan S Bailey Dec 2015
When men brought him the Pandora's box, guns, the angel of "light,"
The "innocent and perfect" of all love, armed himself to the teeth,
To bestow such "safety,"  around children when armed, allows us to risk
The lives of all while the just "feel safer" having one, "less likely harmed,"
He is enlightened of all things and kills to survive, lives by the sword,
But "can not die, will not die." He is the advent of all this and more,
And he started this practically perfect way of staying safer in order
To find more "dangerous targets," even children, to shoot at in war.
Solaces Oct 2015
They destroyed the destroyers..
And saved all of mankind.
The light age had come..
A technology redefined.

We united as humans.
No races defined.
No longer were we colors.
But one of the same kind..

The machines that saved us were all obsolete.
New guardians were made.
We gathered all of the old units.
And we sent them away.

The old machines simply obeyed.
They followed command.
They boarded the ships.
They left for Mars to live in the red sand.
Goodbye to the machines.
Solaces Oct 2015
They came in the night.  
Slowly creeping in.  
On a Reconnaissance swell
so that nothing will be missed.  
Destroyers they were.
Invaders of the stars.
Here for the harvest.
And to **** us all.
We could not fight them
for they were to strong.
Our greatest minds created
The machines that would make them fall..
Our machines beat them back.
Our machines held the lines.
They destroyed the destroyers..
And saved all of mankind.
The machines
¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯
perched atop a muddy graze          
amongst the reefing centipede        
does lady jade a’ponder days          
  from whence the eldest had decreed.

"what's this a'fuss upon the breeze
that sings a song of fallen trees?"

          a burnin' Birgham urn, aburn!
                                        a'crack—a'whack—a'wish..


was broadening—a shiver, swift—
bespoken of her crown to rest?      
what way whereby these spirits lift
      that hide should (of the head) contest?

"what, unbeknownst, should overwhelm
this silv'ry shoat, what's felling elm?"

          a burnin' Birgham urn, aburn!
                                        a'crack—a'whack—a'wish..


amidst a cruel cacophony,                
the lady seed, she must concede      
the razing of her progeny                
beholden to appease a need.            

"what's this in want of dire good
that preys upon upholding wood?"

          a burnin' Birgham urn, aburn!
                                       a'crack—a'whack—a'wish..


on arbor brawn does ardor dine    
    does earthen daughter march to meet
as tireless as the vile design              
divesting mother's gen'rous ****.    

"what subtleties uproot the heart
as bodies from their souls depart?"

          *
a burnin' Birgham urn, aburn!
                                        a'crack—a'whack—a'wish..


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Coal dust
+
asbestos
+
Silicone
pull J U G U L A R  
straighten larynx
Plug my cord in.
Run:
digitized opalescent sky
Terminate process
heart exe. Cannot be found
reboot reboot reboot
sign up to facebook
sign up to dumb luck
sign up and sign off
C:/prey
C:/pray
C:/pray

that I don’t get swallowed
by this machine
that I don’t get swallowed
by this 01101101 01100001 01100011 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100101
I wanted to try something a bit avant-garde.
Derrick Feinman May 2015
When machines are cheap,
Reliable, exact, fast:
People can't compete.
Devashish Kumar Apr 2015
What if I tell you that
This world is going to end
And that end is not too far,
You probably won’t believe me.
Allow me to take you to a journey
A journey to the end of the world.
A world without a hint of greenery.
A world with all sorts of armaments but no food and water.
A world congested with people.
A world infected with diseases.
A hot world on the verge of a cold war.
A world with numerous machines but no fuel to run.
A world with no shred of humanity.
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