Death to the machine;
The great mechanical dragon must die.
Much has been lost; much permanently;
Sacred things are gone.
The machine has a will to make us all alike.
We were born to be different, to be unique,
To be beautiful.
In your mind already,
There is a cynicism deep in your heart.
It devourers your joy, and through you others.
Kill it now.
Something was lost,
Already the frame of the world creaks,
In anticipation of something that is to come.
A thirst-quenching fire.