Machina


The structure solid stands
to keep up taught as a child.
But the wind is with me at
the peak I traveled miles.
I twist and am contorted up
into shreds I am fed I dread
my side of the bed I was led
by you so I say it’s enough.
Let me go let me bleed alone
here in the dark veil I fell.
There I drive my fuel fed
by the devil yes himself.
All my victories I am so coy
when you wield that gun as a toy
my little fellow my scholar
has manners as if some boy.
So I open the furnace and smile
big a face trace me my friend.
From the end and all over we
can travel these miles again.

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