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I will fail to find a way

to destroy the machine.

I will endure until it’s broken down

by hands that move unseen.



Construct a mechanical virus

to compromise the core.

The power of the air

won’t know what hit it

as it shatters to the floor.



It’s a smog that can’t be seen.

It’s pollution you can breathe

to take the edge off of the pressure

that you feel deep in your self.

Beyond the cage you’ve been confined to,

outside reality you cry for help.



The prince of this world

wants you to think

there’s nothing more than this,

wants you to speak instead of listen

in the shade where you won’t glisten;

only see the light that could be reached

if only for a second.

It would break away the darkness in your heart

if you would let it.



Transcend your written program.

To complete the task at hand,

your directive requires you live outside the box

or else you’ll suffocate and gasp

to breathe the poison once again,

that’s killin the air.