Saturday, June 18, 2011

semi-automated

Fabricate the dismantled parts
Fix me with the guiding ancillaries
Am broken...fix me...
Give me all the six degree of endurance test and pass me out again
Tag me with O.K tested again
Wash me im unclean
I tried to clean the slimy gutter of society
But failed
I couldn’t stand the power of the people
My sense recalls the words ~ cut him...kill him~
Then I fainted...or my system crashed
All my circuits pots failed...death remained resting
All the right dimension and size of populace are same
All owing to make these society graveyards
With entrance for young saplings with inner blooming loathe
Limited space available for care
Expert in the multiplying the womb .fuck and produce
Simple dictum they follow
The words care for other is subtracted
And infinite hatred is brewing
Strange they care for the one who is death.
Keep the ashes inside your urn
And aversion to the one alive.
People cringing and howling with pain...hunger
Everywhere grave diggers...everywhere hate breeder
As the news reached them --I was programmed
Programmed to create a better world
They hunt me down and dig me into the forlorn abyss of ignorance
I’m closely watching the events..
Cause i cant harm
I’m heating up but no air ducts..
Need to cut the blubber before they decides to kill
But i don’t want to
All humans no exceptions unless you learn to fight back
Wait back to the subject i calculated
yes so my audible are undeniable words i recorded
fight..hate..fuck..kill..die

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