Behold the century of machines with despise


Watch the devilish charms arise

Trying so hard, failing so often

Life is scratching at its coffin

What is joy? Again I forgot

What is hope? It’s left to rot

Sit in the shade of this shadow

Your thinking is deep, but your words are shallow

Our dream is merely a nightmare

Foes are many; friends, so rare

The one who’s gone, was barely here

But why should the ones left behind, care?