Mechanical Destruction by Gwen

Many souls are lost,    Nothing more is gained. Destruction will engulf the world. The universe perhaps... With its iron fists it will pound. With its grasp the world will crumble. This glorious world, which we call earth    will perish from all eternity. Our lives which are so distant, yet so    very close, will not thrive. It will get us and kill us all. We will wander like the dead, the decaying    life forms we've already become. It will not hurt. We weill feel no pleasure. But yet the pain will destroy us all. It will put the meaning into life,    which has already been stolen. Steel inculcate gears... circuit minds over-    powering our insignificant, insentinent brains. Twisting and tightening our bodies. Squeezing every last breath from our lungs. We are killed. We disintigrate. We die. We perish. We are deceased. We are gone. We are eliminated And we rot in our carion skin. Our so-called "untouchale" skin. Destruction from machines... They captivate the world with their majesty.