Monday, September 5, 2011

Blood In The Machine

Blood in the Machine
By Cory L.W. Clark

Two sides but only one will win
Clash and clutter again and again
Machines fail and blood spills
The fog of war set’s straight the kills
Thrive off family or seek independence
Corrupted with light ever since
I sought these wings I hold dear
Now turn to steel to craft my fear
A mind corrupted with glyphs
Pistons urge and the brain shifts
Logic gives the machine life
But blood causes more strife
Bound to a fleshy shell
This machine sees as hell
It begs release from mortal chains
But empty dreams are all that remains
Love and care stop the gears cold
System failure is what I’m told
Seeing my brain stopped dead
By what that love said
Makes me wonder what path to take
Which ethics are mine and which are fake?
I question over and over
If there’s perhaps something more
Something I just don’t see
The one thing that might set me free
A machine with no power makes no effort
Let’s itself rust and fall apart
So what is it that might turn it on?
Awaken the senses to a new dawn
Revolution comes to those that seek
It’s needed most when times are bleak
But what changes and what stays the same?
What’s left to run wild and what is to tame?
What all will I learn
While I wait for the power to return
What all will I be able to find
While cold logic reboots the mind
I’ll set aside what’s bad and good
And just do what I think I should
To get this mind back on track
Before my mind suffers another attack
This machine will drift through space…for now…

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