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Chapter 6 - Rusted and Weathered

Chapter Black is the book in which I store all of my work. Whether it be poems, stories or anything. One could think of it as my own personal bible. I hope to gain followers for those who understand my message.

Chapter 6 - Rusted and Weathered

Chapter 6 - Rusted and Weathered
Lying here upon this barren wasteland
My generation in the dust, swept away, sound as the grave
Old giving way to the new neo-age of creation
The spiritual fuel has given way to a new metamorphism
A new catalyst of perfection, taking technology to new levels
 
I lie and watch through my cracked, crimson eye
Machines altering the binary code of life
Morphing and shifting, testing and remaking
Another page is added to the haunted blue-prints
 
All seeing eyes, hover menacingly about my garden
Torching the peace to ash and letting planting a new fusion,
Seeds of life, metal, and beast, sucking my eden dry
Resources drained, and peace burned away, the future is their savior
Replicas of human existence tend to the world's whim
 
My life force is drifting away
My parts rusted and weathered and burning away
My paint is peeling and my body maimed, but the spirit shall always remain
Artificial heart bleeding, my vision is blurred, reincarnation a machine can't endure
 
A new war has spawned and new weapons are formed
A new kind of destruction for our once great planet
Creators self implode, creations malfunctioning, the age wilts away
Another repetition of history, when the smoke clears, new technology will be in gear
Another generation, another cure and curse, a new idea of perfection
 
My life has reached its last mile
The machine shell I once lived in buried for the future 
My crimson eyes begins to burn out, I see how the rest of time will turn out
Each new age shall throw away the old, time will always be rusted and weathered..
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Kokolo on September 1, 2006, 12:51:57 PM

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KokoloWow... that really could go either way, aside from the robot part that is. Heh. makes you think, ne?

ZeGreatDragula on September 1, 2006, 12:45:48 PM

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ZeGreatDragulammmm...mmmm..mmm... You like that fresh poem smell? I do! This poem took me on a journey to the future, but in esscense the future will be a lot like the present and so this is how it is seen through a dying robots eyes