Landing in a drowned field
Sifting through burnt photographs
Out of sight, out of my mind
The dead that were have turned to dust
Metallic, rusting carcass of artificial intelligence
The musty stench dulls the scent of air
As I go stark, staring mad

Daddy, the deranged
Life becomes a stage
A snuff play on Broadway
In this computerized age...

Death seeps quietly through cracks
Floorboards gorged and steeped in black
A homegrown hatred, tried and true
A new age evil with an iron hue

We become the machine
Fusing with our kin
We bite Mother's tender breasts
Covered in sores and sins

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