Man made by man
Black is the sky, and its Fourth of JulyAnd these clouds just fly, while they do battle cry
Thunder is breaking, and the new moon is aching
House is shaking and shaking, strong lights like picture taking
Wind does not whisper, it screams
Like panicking dreams, it seems
You hold your breath, and then you choke
The room is filled with toxic smoke
Like it's a sick practical joke
And the ceiling broke?
Pray, while you can
Hold on to the man
This is all work of a plan
Yet, he tried to ran
A man is made, he walks free
But human he shall never be
Technology consuming me?
It's in my nature to disagree
A mind made by man
Once they said "yes we can"
No devout man can follow
That is too much to swallow
Poetry by Lena
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Written on 2009-11-02 at 23:53
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