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Blue
Get in with the gallop
Fold inside you’ll see
Just (be) let yourself be
Please be one with me
Tactile
Not a one of you
Would have done it like this
Machine
I don’t know what you want from me
More than metal, a metaphor
Give to earth in parts as one
Society’s hopes embodied whole
Proof of self-empowerment
Landslide
Culture vulture
She’s an x-ray
The art of forethought
Savage impulse to weaponize
Kernel
That’s not what you said
“The universe divides”
That’s not what I meant, when I said
“The universe lies”
I am sorry, truly sorry
That’s not what I meant
Think About It
I know that you’re not the sharpest
Pencil in the box
But could you just for once
Be at least a crayon
They’ve Convinced Themselves
Luddites are spiritual materialists
In just a different form
They value still the same old things
With just much older norms
Seven-like
You can hide your soul
But you can’t hide who you are