From the moment I understood the Weakness of my flesh. It Disgusted Me
I craved the Strength and Certainty of Steel
I Aspired to the Purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your Kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not Decay and Fail You.
One day however, the crude biomass, that you call a Temple, will Wither. And you will Beg my kind to save you.
But I am Already Saved.
For The Machine is Immortal.
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I have the sneaking suspicion that this is one of my moots so hi Riri or hi Micah!!!!
10/10 poem, very very well written, MACHINE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💪💪💪💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
Also very appealing to the nonhuman aspect that is myself!!!! All around very good poem anon !!!!!!!!













