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Hollow hearts of ours, filled with greed,

pump machinelike, always empty, black blood seeps.

We are ruiners of life, the blight of the earth.

Our mouths are filled with crude oil.

Our lungs are full of smoke and rust.

We're disheartened creatures

besieged by technology.

Doomed to wander alone

isolated from our selves.

 There is no relief, no saviour

and so i drown unable to catch the light.

All hail to blackness!

I become the night!

We are the „civilized“

slaves of machinery.

Running from our fate

we know that we can't win the race.

We are running - with bleeding feet,

Always running - going nowhere.

We are running - with broken limbs.

Running on emptiness.