11-26-2015, 02:54 AM
I was thinking of recent world events which have impacted me a little more than usual. For what it's worth, this came out last night:
Eulogy to Mechanical Men
Arms move violently,
Storm against the sky,
Precious futility,
Gently whispers by,
Motionless, breathless,
Bound to contemplate,
Just why we’re born,
From they who love to hate.
Terrified and impaled,
By motion of the burn,
Clockwork set irreversibly,
Now begins to churn,
Wrapped in a transient timepiece,
Sand sealed against the glass,
Moved from square to square,
Pawns begin assembling in mass.
Teetering on Occam’s edge,
Soulfulness despite,
Living in subliminal sin,
Each knowing what is right,
Talk of transformation,
A distraction from the pain,
Arms taken far too quick,
Fooled by those who want to gain.
Bloated cycles broken steadfast,
By tangled unity,
The erosion fueled vestiges,
The remnants of humanity,
All bound in singular voice,
Proclaiming fate is far too late,
Yet the answer never comes,
Why we’re born,
From they who love to hate.
Eulogy to Mechanical Men
Arms move violently,
Storm against the sky,
Precious futility,
Gently whispers by,
Motionless, breathless,
Bound to contemplate,
Just why we’re born,
From they who love to hate.
Terrified and impaled,
By motion of the burn,
Clockwork set irreversibly,
Now begins to churn,
Wrapped in a transient timepiece,
Sand sealed against the glass,
Moved from square to square,
Pawns begin assembling in mass.
Teetering on Occam’s edge,
Soulfulness despite,
Living in subliminal sin,
Each knowing what is right,
Talk of transformation,
A distraction from the pain,
Arms taken far too quick,
Fooled by those who want to gain.
Bloated cycles broken steadfast,
By tangled unity,
The erosion fueled vestiges,
The remnants of humanity,
All bound in singular voice,
Proclaiming fate is far too late,
Yet the answer never comes,
Why we’re born,
From they who love to hate.