Clockwork People
Little clockwork people,
Built by a mechanical god,
And he loves them,
With all his mechanical heart.
Tick tocking,
They run around,
Never questioning,
Never arguing.
Little clockwork bodies,
All looking the same,
All thinking the same,
As there mechanical master.
No tolerance,
No mercy,
For any deviation,
Of their master's plan.
Little clockwork hearts,
Beating in unison,
Like little war drums,
Of a little clockwork army.
Decided to post another one of my poems, enjoy
Clockwork People
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Clockwork People
We built this house with our hands, and our time, and our blood
You build this up in one day to fall downward and rust
You built this house with your hands, and your time, and your blood
We built this up in one day to fall downward and rust
"Virgin" by Manchester Orchestra
You build this up in one day to fall downward and rust
You built this house with your hands, and your time, and your blood
We built this up in one day to fall downward and rust
"Virgin" by Manchester Orchestra