Feeding A Machine

This played out story is starting over again.
Same characters with a setup ending.
Feels cliched with how it continues to rend…
Hearts from chests as if it’s a job.
Bodies on place prove humanity just wants to rob…
All it can from the halls of its home.
Speaking of peace while electing death to reign.

Next chapters unfold just like they have before.
Watching this replay is such a snore.
Clear that ideas have been traded for status.
Unpackage this bile in clear view.
Another trophy that’s not held by very few.
Such a sad state to be speaking aloud.
Destruction is an act that makes our species proud.

Twisted sense of being consumes our location.
A small percentage of our will is creation.
Between bouts of exerting control.
Domination of everything we touch is a limited goal.
Lining up dissenters with weapons at the ready.
Conform or be torn when the hammer strikes.
Dissolve freedoms once labelled as rights.

Spitting on lessons that should be heeded.
Positivity is not a thing that will ever be needed.
It’s a choice that often is sold for glory.
Fell it like you would a tree for its wood.
Watch as all you know falls to dead fog.
Desperate screams are to be ignored.
Speaking in opposition will see you branded a fraud.

Sense of importance cut down to root.
Wake up one day to realise you’re under a boot.
Crushing your throat as if you have no importance.
Remember you and me are just here for convenience.
Feeding a machine designed to erode.
To turn our souls into nothing more than code.
No reset will alter this trajectory for anybody!