Our future is seen through robotic eyes,
The future is built with robotic hands,
And is following readily in robotic footsteps.
Everyone is too tangled up in it’s wires to walk away now.
Their eyes have been covered,
Their hands have been bound,
And while their mouths are freely exposed,
They speak no words.
For they have forgotten how.
The green, melts down into gray.
The moisture drips together,
Down the slanted world into one puddle,
A puddle of black, bubbling, putty,
That melts the ground around it,
Below it,
The air above it.
Until it is there is only thick black darkness.
And absolute silence,
Besides the constant buzz of the machine.
If one could only open their eyes,
Perhaps the darkness would go away.
But of course,
The world is seen through robotic eyes.
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