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Gears of the Machine
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Reels of time
Spinning sandy rhymes
Evading every line
And stroke of fate
As it is written,
Words of hate
And happenstance,
Lack of clarity and
Conceited concern
Causes careful
Calculations,
Placing each person
With persuasions
And power. Empty
Words ringing hollow
Among those who
Follow blindly their
Leaders, masters of
Deception, silver tongued,
Honeyed words dripping
With their beliefs,
Planting seeds of
Destruction in ideas
Of peace and love,
Chaotic consumption
Induced by neruotic
Reproduction of
Falsehoods and lies
Perpetuated by
Propaganda.
Awful constructions of
Society, time, place,
Parental influence
(Or the lack thereof).
So many variables
Are involve in the
Creation of monsters,
Of those so broken
They feel they cannot
Exist on their own,
Depending on the
System that warped
Them, shaped them,
Subsumed their souls
Into it's vast engines,
The machinery that
Grinds and toils,
Tilling the fertile
Soil of young minds,
Better to pour them
Into the molds laid
Out upon the worlds
Printing press.
But there are those
Who see these wrongs,
Fight to set them right,
To banish the creators
Of chaos and disorder
From sight, Enabling
Others to see the
Light that shines
Within them, to let
Them take flight,
Give their souls
Wings, teach them
How to sing so
Beautifully, to bring
Others into their own
Might so that they
May open their eyes
And see the damage
Wrought by the
Instructions and
Presumptions
Of society.
