Countless felled by
Machines that cannot –
Will not – be stopped
By ravenous overlords.
The extraction of
The soul through
Bombast, pomp,
Promised happiness.
Unsympathetic ears
Only hear the
Clinking of metal
Upon shining metal.
No life is precious
In this universe of
Cold numbers,
Figures, subterfuge.
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