Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Tears of the Robot

Slime of oily tears.
Rolling on Cheeks of Robotic Fears.
Slither & crawl on the greased elbow.
No warlike past to tow.

Somethings are worse than going to war.
My machine mind, my heart, please ignore.
Somethings are worse than holding a gun.
My machine eyes, holding back tears on the run.

On, one by one.
On, done by the one.
On, done in by everyone.

Slime of oily tears.
Rolling on Cheeks of Robotic Fears.
Slither & crawl on the greased elbow.
No warlike past to tow.

On, one by one.
On, done by the one.
On, done in by everyone.

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