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Defective Machines
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Society We are all machines
coming out of the factory
defective.
Human nature is our disease.
Broken,
we cannot fix ourselves.
We have no control over our flaws;
they are a part of us.
Our character traits
engrained in our beings
like rings in a tree stump.
Rooted deep,
we grow crooked,
stunted by our carnality.
This is a recall;
this is admission of our failures,
our shortcomings.
And that's the first step.
