Machineries
Machineries are made within the form
Of their creators, be they young or old,
And are indeed expected to perform
At their designers’ wish and in their mould.
The world’s most cruel creatures, I well know,
Yield little worth preserving, for their minds
Are children born of Hades’ vilest flow,
Whose horrid sight both youths and sages blinds.
Though from fair creatures we desire increase,
The most insensate ones are quite adept
At breeding free of bound, though nature’s lease
To man on earth such crime should not accept.
How fast the horde of lunacy can swell
Predicts how soon the world might birth a living Hell.
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Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016
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