Rusty Minds
They prefer machines
They prefer robots
They prefer metal over flesh
They prefer no soul over soul
They prefer no heart over heart
They prefer computers
And think it is more in value
Than people, than humans that created that crap
But without realization
We become them
We began assuming
That a robot is so expensive
That a laptop is so smart
That metal that rusts and gets dusty
That metal that contains no valuable insides
Are smarter, are better, are more precious
They take lives easily
And stick to their planes
They make shooting guns
And get shot by them
Eventually…
Eventually we’ll all die
So why waste out life
Adoring that crap?
That crap that never dies but rusts
And get broken and shuts down?
That crap has no heart
That crap has no feelings
That crap has no living soul
By all means
That crap has no life…
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