do not listen to this while driving or operating machinery of any kind.

its time to decode

Join

If I say the god I believe in doesn’t carry a brief case

And the devil is in need of a shave

If I dare to ask the question

Will you stop me and tell me to behave

If I question every answer

If I fold beneath the sheets

If my soul is eaten with cancer

Will you still believe

I take up arms so defensive

I take up position so wide

I act not to be offensive

I act until I die

My god needs no worship

No slavery in sight

No servants at the door

No widows plight

I take up arrows of good fortune

And plunder what is left

Of your sanctions comes my thunder

Of you love I am bereft

Stolen from me before birth

I reach out and yearn

Taken from what I’m worth

But in you I never learn

Take up arms of good sorrow

Spears turn into earthly tools

In your yoke I will borrow

The wisdom of wisdom fools

I look now for life’s long lesson

And find it lacking in plain view

I beg forgiveness for my transgression

I wish your judgement were not true

I wish now for an answer

A way to make it all worthwhile

Take god away this cancer

And put back my childish smile

Finding meaning without reason

Finding reason where meaning once stood

No changing within the season

No words that come out good

I ask now for the guidance

To find a way through it all

I ask now not for your silence

I ask now not to let us fall

This thing we’re creating, it’s not natural but it comes from it. At least we used to be. Now we are part robot. And we don’t mind it.

In fact

We love it.

We get withdrawals if we are moments away from it.

This thing we’re building. It is not natural. It will suck the life out of everything and keep going.

I would tell you to watch, but you won’t miss a second. You’ll click replay.

Because that’s what you like. And they know it. They knew it before you did, and that is the scary thing.

At least it should be.

But you don’t seem bothered.

You never really do. As long as you can get your rocks off. And play your role. It’s panto. And your happy.

And so am i.

If I don’t engage, I am shunted. If I do, I am de-framed.

So, I do. But I don’t. but I so do at times. We all do. There is no point denying it, when we don’t, for the longest while, we find contemplation. And things growing we never noticed before. And then we reach out for it, its all over again.

They paint algorithms with our lives so that we live on eternal.

And we wonder why mother has left the building.

She might not be going for a pack of cigarettes this time. And we know we are right. But we are easily distracted and hypnotised by machines.

I am robot.

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