Death Metal
Solid fused, joined heat flamed blue,
metallic ice cured new robotic shoe.
Shots in silence, unseen rapid fire,
enslaved micro machines for hire...
Artificially ignorant a mechanical demise,
bio adapted hand processed data of lies.
a recharged battery still has to die,
why is that robot waving to us good-bye???
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
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