I shall outlive this powerful rhyme

But lose my luster to muster my cartographic bluster throughout this unruptured eon

Like old clockwork picking up grime whose ticking loses its time

Whose life resembles the great preamble of the holy Greek Theoamble

 

My rusted heart still functionally beating  

With a pace in mechanical peace.

My petroleum clogged lungs still reluctantly breathing

Despite black blood from the earth beneath my feet rushing in

like an unaltered calculated release.    

My enduring mind forever encrypted and leading

like an impeccable analytical engine centerpiece.  

 

When the cool unforgiving metal

of my distatsteful fists rests

upon my copper breast

and I shiver,

I wonder if this is what

my heart feels like underneath this bitter sinner?  

whose life resembles that of a winner

 

For when frenetic battles lay waste to my metallic artistry

Not an acute malfunction Nor a devious device   

Will wipe such a record from my preeminent memory.     

Because Man and machine, can't stand

the elites need of Slave labor to build skyscrapers

 

Whose mental mechanics adjusting my brain,

greese up my motor, tightening my chain.

When running all my life at the rate of steam power per hour to determine the success and effieciency to that of the modulus of Elasticity of the minds eye's fully functioning pulley  

 

does not interest me

 

All Though time may pass for some prevailing vogues  

I will continually be dabbling in time-traveling  

Until grinding cogs, the enmity of deadly rogues,

and the unrelentless looking

Stops me.  

For I will live the obsession of my passion and longing

For an eternity.  

 

Because this isnt depression its simply expression

awaiting its fate market resale rate

And my mind's panels obscure my obscene circuitry

intercommunicating my tale so that it will atone and regale;

By the wise men of the old pale veil.    

 

“The story of the Victorian Automaton”

An unlikely phenomenon of  

The mechanical gentlemans ‘

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Aniston.