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Twisted eyes of oak and ivory Clanging, rusting gears of old, wily whispers Hear the whimpering window drops Across sadistic crossed circuits Within an unwavering edifice to edify In a masked evanescent parade. Why must I watch? Why must we learn? Just another face in the crowd Staring with ageless eyes Among sheltered innocents Walking within shadows Driven by no desire Where echoes of different Times resound. Looking for memories of yesterdays Left unfound. Stagnate in the suffocating silence I, emotional exile I, fugitive from freedom Against image defined. They, surrendered to mediocrity They, shed the age old scent of our commonness For machine refined. Shocked reality Mocked integrity The wheels of industry ground. Bold repressiveness shut out lives. Opinions bent toward standard waves Bleaching out divergent shades. To fall out of use- Too much allowed is the end of you By excused abuse. Vague ideals Within profound direction. Systematic spontaneity. Weakened, weary prey Synchronized in their play; Immersed in the cause All sacrificed inner needs In collective reality Collective response.
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
MADE OF STEEL
Twisted eyes of oak and ivory Clanging, rusting gears of old, wily whispers Hear the whimpering window drops Across sadistic crossed circuits Within an unwavering edifice to edify In a masked evanescent parade. Why must I watch? Why must we learn? Just another face in the crowd Staring with ageless eyes Among sheltered innocents Walking within shadows Driven by no desire Where echoes of different Times resound. Looking for memories of yesterdays Left unfound. Stagnate in the suffocating silence I, emotional exile I, fugitive from freedom Against image defined. They, surrendered to mediocrity They, shed the age old scent of our commonness For machine refined. Shocked reality Mocked integrity The wheels of industry ground. Bold repressiveness shut out lives. Opinions bent toward standard waves Bleaching out divergent shades. To fall out of use- Too much allowed is the end of you By excused abuse. Vague ideals Within profound direction. Systematic spontaneity. Weakened, weary prey Synchronized in their play; Immersed in the cause All sacrificed inner needs In collective reality Collective response.
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Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
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