A Cry For Help

I kneel at the altar of the Machine Messiah

Its gears and glowing eyes penetrate my mind

It asks for my prayers.

I dare to ask it why

Why are we going hungry?

Why are the patrols so ruthless?

Why is the world falling to pieces around us?

I cower and wait to be killed

A voice from nowhere sighs and says:

'oh dear child, you poor little fool

that is just how the world works

to recklessly expend our resources

is to sacrifice what makes us free'

The gears stop and the eyes go dark.

My eyes sting with tears

'that's it? That's your explanation?'

There is no further answer

I lash out and kick and scream.

The Messiah remains dormant

and the patrols come to carry me away.

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