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Machine

December 16, 2014
By Adam Lake BRONZE, Coulumbia, Missouri
Adam Lake BRONZE, Coulumbia, Missouri
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Clockwork machinery,
That is human kind.
Ticking away,
till the end of its time.

One loose gear,
Do the rest seem to care?

A single flaw,
In perfect synchronization.
No individuals,
Just parts of a whole.

Most are irrelevant,
Many redundant.
If most were to crumble,
The machine would continue

But there is no repair,
So as time ticks away,
One by one,
The gears fail,
Till none remain.

In the end,
The machine,
Will be reduced,
To a shell.

Hollow.

Useless.



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