Searching for self
In a sea of other
Worshipping our god
The mechanical mother
Spewing black righteousness
She sends out her orders
Blackening our souls
And building up borders
A spark of light
Pops up here, then there
Only to be squashed
Faults laid bare
"Mother loves you!"
She shouts with a roar
Fear becoming love
A knot in your core
You grow old
Your spirit withers
A chill seeps into your soul
Giving the perpetual shivers
Still a spark is deep within you
Though you are old and grey
Harboring hopes and dreams
Yet afraid of what mother would say
So sadly, when you do lay down to die
And drink your last cup
The question still lingers
Of what to do when you grow up
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