Poetry

Throwing empty words on to a computer page
who would of thought of a humble android sage?
Am I a computer?
Do I not breathe?
Can I never escape the numbers,
can I not create a door to leave?

To carry on in a world that is made by baffoons,
does the lord enjoy?
does the lord enjoy the land that was once
bathed in such beauty?
Now employed by heavy shackles,
concrete jungles,
the sky is becoming a mystery!

Target the architects!
Before its too late,
I don't want to see children of children
Watching films of the has been
because its no longer a physical attritube
to contemplate.

For the myths are already myths - a steady lie!
For history only goes back
to a blink of Gods eye,
so can you just imagine in a few hundred years,
the humans will think that the blue thing in the sky
is simply just gods tears!!!!!!!!

Let us unite
and go away new
before the rivers are red
and black has become blue.