Commole

Every morning I force myself
Upon the machine
It swallows my toxins
So my body remains clean
Every time it tries to rebel
Returning what i tried to disspell
But i stuff its throat and choke it
Force it to swallow the load
From a machines perspective
Man must be a monster
Much like the theme of this poem
Full of shit

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Am i wrong?...Am i?..And the church said

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