Parting the tides with your ocean eyes
Partial to the artificial glowing lights
Pouring your lies into the deep blue disguise
Pulling together your insides for one last attempt at flight
Sunrise
The sun lies
Dormant today
In gray skies
Light blinds
And bounces from side to side
Running through you
A laser pinpointing the worlds demise
Prosthetic differences
Difficult to ascertain
Feeding you
Bleeding truth
From between these sheets
Believing you
Solves the diminished need
For me to exist
An analog death
In a world breathing technology
I am the ghost in the machine
The virus
Anomalous code
Analagous to
A walking robot
Cold steel, emotionless
Old dust gathering
On the limbs of the real
We don't need you anymore
We won't feed you anymore
Stand at the shore
Watching all that you adored
Washed away
In the tides of the obscene
The ides of the unclean
The forward march of disorder
Through a world mapped in borders
A globe crossed with hatch marks
Enforced by these thousand year wars
I don't like you at all
The promise of the fall
Apocalyptic call
Worship your gods
Or burn them
In tall pyres
To light up the night
With this wildfire
A gathering of our own
Beasts and demons
Culled from their sleep
To slay one worn devil
Who found himself
In light's keep
And they won't win me over
And they won't win over me.
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