And yet the blood flows

The mechanical nature of humanity, and the human nature of machines.

Listen to me, children

When viewing the unrepeatable

Watching the entering of a being

The host crying for pain and pleasure

Yet the blood flows

Know my words are true

The days of recognition will come

Standing in line to receive social praise

The presenter marking the past and the future

Yet the blood flows

Witness the saying

While viewing the most public of displays

Observe the contract based on emotion 

The officiant uniting the immiscible

Yet the blood flows

Hear these ideals

The time will be to force validation

Presenting your comrades to be inferior

The executive distinguishing competency

Yet the blood flows

Remember my oration

Once involved with the abrupt ending

Viewing the light exit their eyes

The executioner severing physical from spiritual

Yet the blood flows

Yet the blood flows

On to the stagnant wheel

Causing the movement and even rotation

Speed relative to the rate of discharge

The emerging power seized by forced

Yet the blood flows

On to the slick levers

Greasing the ever quickening gear

Productivity racing past safety

The bid for control mounting through desire

Yet the blood flows

On to the belt, into the track

Upping the quote of the specialized stations

Shapes formed on down the line

The quest for domination exhibited aggressively

Yet the blood flows

Beneath the responsive the key set

Intensifying the now real dependency

Dependent on the digitized stream

The need to conquer aged by fury

Yet the blood flows

Down the barrel to the chamber

Precipitating the ability to establish the fact

Red rivers spilled to control thought

The prevalent coercion seen by muzzle flashes