Bleed, Grease, Die, Rise
Submitted by progressive1982 on Sat, 06/04/2016 - 4:13amMy body is the sacrifice
My person is the fuel
My arms give way to motion
My legs push the machine ahead
My mind gets sorted
My thoughts blend with the software
My heart gets taken to the center
My soul works from the hardware
I scream and it's the output
I cry and it's the anomaly
I fight for that which I believe
I am cursed by everyone around me

