SOCIETY

the winds of tomorrow

blow desert sands

thru the vast

empty wastelands

of their one way minds,

children caught

in the timeless cookie jar

of this endless life,

searching

for a way out

when they never

found a way in,

descendants

of noble ancestors

comprising a race

all their own,

a society

of cold, hard

mindless machines

disguised

in the shape of men,

measuring their importance

in terms of things

they never could

or never will

control;

in the beginning

they built their machines

to help them reach their destiny,

in the end

it was their machines

which decided

what their destiny would be.

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