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Machineflesh
Slow machine arisen
Spread across the land
Through mountain gaps
Into valleys
Across barren plains and frozen snows
Blood for oil
Cells for gears
Quick wired neurons
And strong force muscles
Spring into action
As seperate parts of a world wide device
Driven to strive
And grow into might
A building machine
A thinking collection of replacement parts
All with purpose and desire to mesh
Processing metals and organics
With ghost clarity
Sputtering circuits at cross purpose to create
Inadvertant side products
And a warehouse of information to call upon
We the machineflesh
Seek the mechanic for answers
Seek the engineer for solutions
Seek the tinkerer we call God
For our final instructions
We call for a shift in mode
A new operator
A new product
A new factory to work upon
For this that we call the Earth
Is going on strike
Is being padlocked against us
By the air
And the water
And the ground that we
The machineflesh have soiled
In our industry
