The Machine

The world fills our minds                

 Covers our eyes,                                            

And makes us blind.               
Blind from the good,                                    

Blind from the evil,                                     

Blind from the blood,                                     

That started this upheaval.

An upheaval of our freedom and time,  

With this worldly nature                              

We have all fell behind.
As a lamb, a newborn child,                           

So innocent and clean,                              

Runs for the wild.                                       

But soon is met by the machine.
The machine that is devious in its ways.       

Finds every boy and girl                                  

And locks them in the cage.                          

The lamb not knowing any better,           

Turns around, looks all around,           

“Nowhere to go….I’ll just stay here.”

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