Machines

I Awaken to this nightmare everyday through hell I strive. My Flesh tired and sore it Withers as I force myself through this life. If my heart could reveal all the damages some may question why I'm still alive. I am not living I only exist dying every time I open my eyes. I am what I am I'm still not knowing if I am damned or if I am blessed. I can only speak of what I already know only the almighty can tell you the rest. I try to find something beautiful to grasp onto before I lose all of my hope The world around me only values money or the Lord of sex and Dope. The bonds of Brotherhood have all broken they wander heartless and blind. Programmed The Machine it feels nothing you are here only to serve man's greedy mind. Kneel before that which does not love you they will use you just like a tool. Rather it be for business or pleasure you are his idiot just another expendable fool. Don't think for a minute you're not replaceable by something different and brand new He will never love anything more than money and never will he value you.