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Positive These charges are not Coursing energy through a million veins Pneumatic machine pumps stamps so clean A villainous intention, a horrible scream Hurling past a galaxy or so Traveling faster than a stone rock that was thrown Inevitably stopping at something, but before it would slow Full speed ahead Technology is in the making Exponential growth, reverse engineering can’t be faking Truth is, these robots can think More binary and cold, approaching and reveling in stink Causing millions of crows to blink Set a mark it is it it seeks Pains foreshadow a turn of the tide Feathering willows psychopaths and serial killers viewed outside Hanging bodies and limbs on every branch that could be reached The paranoia of conspiracies is really the same one that was preached Different languages and dialects but always the same speech Foreign sounds penetrate through skin Bursting a love built within Instilling a lust for blood, power, and sin Which each person it’s over with a new begins Never ending trends, population opposites the wish for it thin Percentages calculate the numbers we know When shown the specifics of these diseases Minds eventually blow Paranoia sets it, the number continues to grow
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
Worst Enemy
Positive These charges are not Coursing energy through a million veins Pneumatic machine pumps stamps so clean A villainous intention, a horrible scream Hurling past a galaxy or so Traveling faster than a stone rock that was thrown Inevitably stopping at something, but before it would slow Full speed ahead Technology is in the making Exponential growth, reverse engineering can’t be faking Truth is, these robots can think More binary and cold, approaching and reveling in stink Causing millions of crows to blink Set a mark it is it it seeks Pains foreshadow a turn of the tide Feathering willows psychopaths and serial killers viewed outside Hanging bodies and limbs on every branch that could be reached The paranoia of conspiracies is really the same one that was preached Different languages and dialects but always the same speech Foreign sounds penetrate through skin Bursting a love built within Instilling a lust for blood, power, and sin Which each person it’s over with a new begins Never ending trends, population opposites the wish for it thin Percentages calculate the numbers we know When shown the specifics of these diseases Minds eventually blow Paranoia sets it, the number continues to grow
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
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