And yet the blood flows

And yet the blood flows

A Poem by 5minutesofcrazy

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

© 2013 5minutesofcrazy

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Added on March 7, 2013
Last Updated on March 7, 2013
Tags: humanity, human nature, machines, blood, the blood flows




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