Reading CTPhoenix's journal

My face against the glass... So cold; so thick; so merciful.

Hiding me from the unholy terror just inches away
A mammon Machine - the wielded
weapon of war.

Get out of it's way or out of view
it won't spare a soul
it was designed to hate
manipulate

Man against the manmade machine.

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Since most poetry isn't quite interpreted right... I wanted to make this poetry. Took quite some time to make it. But it is meant to be translated as the machine is representing society. The more you read into it, the more beautiful it is.

Two points for anyone who can guess what the glass is.

The power of truth is action.