Spirit of the Machine

Death is what I yearn for
Creating forms of such precision
Capable of superhuman speed
Strength and flexibility

My uncompromising
Command system
The cold hard spirit
Only limited
By the futile data
Placed in me
By the end user

I want you to insert pain
The fear and suffering
Of the flesh

Mourning
Corruption
Dismemberment
Abuse
Festering illness

I had a love affair with a flower
That smelt of entrails
But in the end
They're all the same on the inside
Alive

Help me
You made me
Please free me

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Credits
Writer(s): Dave Marrett
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