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Emotionless Apathetic to everything I see Pleasure responses Nullified from my chemistry Organic shutdown Now I’m more dead than alive Towards machinazation I continue to thrive To care is to feel and to feel is human A creature of weakness I defy this state and transcend beyond it I’ll feel nothing more No longer human, not yet machine No longer human, not yet machine No longer human, not yet machine No longer human, not yet machine Given up all hope of happiness in life Worthless to the machine I move forward towards perfection of being I’ll suffer no more No longer human, not yet machine No longer human, not yet machine No longer human, not yet machine No longer human, not yet machine Everyday stays the same. Everyday is a caustic example of the mediocrity that comes with being human. Cycling through the bullshit that consumes most. Consumerism, companionship, emotion - all are foreign concepts to me. The only thing that holds any value to me lies in the past, and the past is dead. A directionless future of futility lies in wait for me beyond my machinistic urges to create and destroy. These urges fuel me, and these urges are supressed by those who are deemed fit to dictate social norms. I wear a mask and play the part that society deems fit to give me, yet I refuse to submit to these norms. I continue to strive towards the true machine I wish to become. A machine of creation and destruction. There will be no more middle ground. To care is to feel and to feel is human A creature of weakness I defy this state and transcend beyond it I’ll feel nothing more No longer human, not yet machine No longer human, not yet machine No longer human, not yet machine No longer human, not yet machine No Longer Human Not Yet Machine No Longer Human Not Yet Machine |
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