The perfect machine.
Our thoughts and inquiries are
Nothing but a puddle. The
puddle’s disguise
Is a blueprint for our design
The design insurmountable
to our thoughts. To it we
are nothing more than
screws and nuts
This idea completely flawless
Intriguingly perfect in every aspect of it’s design
The forces more powerful than anything
Drive this machine of complexity
Beating infinity by a mile while
Simultaneously out running light
It watches over us all
We have no free choices. It controls us all
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