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May 15, 2005 01:49

Diablos Ex Machina

Where do we start
where does it end
Poetic in nature
together in sin
No less in fortune
Lower at stakes
Predisposed to oblige
At loftier rates
But did we lose something
Along the way
Where did the dream go?
To lie's my forte

Is it better in the machine
The childlike hopes and dreams
Motivation surrender to aviricious lies
You always said you were ambitious

Games are for children
The world is as well
The vultures are circlin'
where man and machine meld
Sing a song of hope
Cross the cubicle wall
The clones we photocopied
from grace and the desk fall
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