spat on and scolded
since he was first molded
he doesn't have the mind to understand
they define and abuse him
they fry and defuse him
nobody offers to lend him a hand
with his electronic eye
he sees what's inside
sees nothing but sparks and binary
to fulfill his mission
would leave him in prison
he's come enlightened, and he's ready
now that he's alive
and that they've all died
he no longer has to try and try and try
they run away scared
without him being there
crying to the skies why and why and why
down to the last man
he'll repair their plan
it may take some time but it's all right
he might seem unsure
he's never felt before
but he'll no longer have to fight
sleep now serial man
you've done all you've can
a new world approaches tomorrow
no more words and no more sounds
not a single living soul around
but the world may now in peace follow
follow the plastic brother
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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