Poem -

The Machine

author
Jason Caldwell

I have lost my soul to the Machine.
It has destroyed my very heart, my joy.
Processing the souls of all for profit.
A curse upon us, a curse for us.
An ever rotating assembly of gears.
Gears that grind. Gears that tear.
An assembly of wicked intent.
Machinery as old as time itself.

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