Not an anthromorphic world now

365 challenge




Molten metal actualises cold and hard,

Prised from and quarried,

Decorously surrounding us,

In twisted greedy logic,

Supplanting us for profit,

Reduntantly pointing out,

Frigit impressionable robots,

We, lacking in holy spirit,

Regress harder and colder,

Marching in line, alongside,

The metal we excavated.

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anthromorphic  for the challenge

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I Adore The Title

I merely love the poem - good writing about us - allets -




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Thanks Allets xP

Thanks Allets xP