Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Vigil Solstice

emotional detachment
aggrandizing and agonizing
internal engines
self-sustaining reactor
looking for the eastern shore
lonely are the glorious
the fallen princes
mechanical souls
priests, glorious in their sin
wrought by iron hands
we were born to dance
make the world of flesh our own
become the leaders of men
once human now we're half as so
made bettr and made worse
first born, then made
emperors in our own rights and minds
machines should not speak for men
but men should not speak for God
we are the middle ground
we are the glorious

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