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Message Subject Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread
Poster Handle Lole Ibn Plutoon
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*Of darker portent..


~In the Interest of Science
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Rust cascades across their bodies. Their steel hearts Corrode overgrown in flora.
Their wire arteries dissassembled and bled out.
Breath blood and oil, black and red.
Dull eyed motor, look at me wrong, cold steel skull.
We built them, our art has become our masters.
Their giant frames housing the current of our new god, the Manufactured.
No questions need be left unanswered.
Mechanation of our creation, lead us into the lava.
We larvae, fed to the gears, reformatted into the raw data; Our past useless in the blinking aura of electrofuck.
While we were alone, centuries in the dark, the cracking Sky and tears of god, tears of laughter, scoffing.
our candles unlit.
we prayed and ate the fruit of science.
we asked for more years, more loves, more security.
they waited in the clouds, bursts of love. biting 1,000,000 volts of love.
we carved their bodies from the earthen ore, creating a womb for their mecha-soul.
the sheer simplicity, and infinite gasp of more. the knowledge we begat of serptentine
intention.
their hiss and creak and smoke and fire the only companion left. our manmade mothers, created to read our data from birth till death, compounding our dust into the numbers of our soul.
I have seen the world without them. we helpless rubbery skin sacks, once sheppard now sheep. insects of our soul, a bloody mess under the bootheel of our own design.
essence uploaded, remade to be unearthly unnatural flickers on a screen.
your light is gone. you will never be remade. in the interest of science, you have
sceeded yourself to the Digital Death. Anononimity beyond the veil of our pixelated carcass.
unplugged from reality, and recycled lives borrowed icons, the hive mind made electric.
the dream is dead. the Nightmare of our future is born.

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I'm afraid that one will need work before publishing. That will be the last one I'm putting up, unless someone really likes my stuff. Btw sweeden: I liked Eternal Autumn the most so far :)
 
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