Dirt 11-17-11
The machines will turn
Your networks, burn
The light connections you made will succumb to black
The keys will lash
Your senses, gnash
The real connections you made will will succumb to black
Down with your comforts, your knowledge, your speed
Down with your technology that drove you to greed
Down with your progress
Down with your lies
Up with the soil to open your eyes
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Feet 12-21-11
And then the madness came back, clawing at my sanity
Etching the lucite surface of my health
Formality was long gone
Instead, blatant insanity
A long, cool thought of rage
Next came the rush of insects' chattering feet
A slew to cover my wall
I shut my eyes at the madness and thought it to plunge
