We are born into a world,
like a self-aware pearl,
into the phenomenon of existence,
a strong stream low resistance,
we acquiesce the currents flow,
our paths we don't truly know.
Forming psychological strongholds,
machines the matrix molds;
We are the machines,
Yes, we are the machines.
copyright by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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