Machines Of Death

by fred   Jul 17, 2005


Machines Of Death

It’s so cold here,
Where all freezing.
The world is in darkness,
The fear has grown too much.
The sun has gone away,
We struggle to stay warm.
Were so hungry,
There’s nothing left to eat.
Human kind is almost instinct,
While the machines grow in numbers.
I see death everywhere,
I can’t stop it from happening.
The machines are the ultimate enemy,
They’re wiping out everyone.
We hide in the dark,
Hoping to survive.
But they show no mercy,
This is now their world.
We are now the animals,
They hunt us for sport.
And they hunt us for meat,
They use us to power their weapons.
We struggle to survive,
Their machines of death.

By Fred Smith

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