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Defective Machines
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Society We were meant for perfection,
designed to stand out
in a society of carbon copies.
But we roll off the assembly line,
defective, deceptively broken by a world
that wants us focused on our flaws.
This planet is intent on destroying us
from the inside out, an implosion
of our emotions that ends in an epidemic.
The gears grind in our minds
controlled by the mechanism,
a robot that creates more robots.
We become machines to their motives,
devices for their evil schemes,
soldiers in their sinister cause.
We are hypnotized by the hype,
captivated by civilization's customs
but they are camouflaged chains.
