Don't meet my eyes,
you'll find a soulless chasm.
They no longer see the world,
because you don't see me.
One more nameless automaton,
joins the march of the breathing dead.
Cursed are all men whose lives are foreit,
fueling the deus ex machina nation.
Mankind runs the machine no more,
the nation runs mankind.
The rivers run dry,
the bled earth cracks wide open.
Our bodies follow suit,
a shattered, dead phylactery,
for the lost soul that feeds the nation.
Would it make much difference,
to become naught but fragments now.
Instead of waiting to join the dust upon a shelf,
distinguished only by a pretty urn?
Author notes
LOL sorry Rose, not quite what you were looking for i don't think.
A contest entry
- Pictures Inspired; Think Dark by Rose Dark Thorn.
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Comments
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Hmmm'...You're right, you sort of walked down the path a ways and just...JUMPED to an entirely different pathway.
This reminds me of the Terminator movie series, you know. I loved them. I suppose it's the thought that counts, right?
At least it didn't turn into another Earthbound Angel poem, because that would have fit even less.
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Heh sorry, proves i just can't do spontaneity.
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Eh, sure you can...You just jump to terminator grounds.
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