you
I'm not a man,
just a machine.
I'm not a guy, I swear it.
I'm not a machine.
Horns and wheels greased,
toxic talent unleashed.
The elusive and arrogant,
the rate of their views.
The judgments of past,
the rents of the fools.
Aimless amateurs shunned,
to better their show.
The
centurions,
the sycophants of society.
Oh, and the religion,
the leaders of society.
Don't you let them maintain,
the leaders of today.
While we're bent on shay.
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