Pulling the skin back
Revealing the scars
Holding the wires back
Reaching in just far
Enough to reach the machine
Pumping life through the wires
Powering this pristine
Perfection of twisted desires

Tearing away the flesh
Ripping out the pieces
Holding together this devilish
Mechanical war god that never ceases

Peeling the face off
Protruding were the gears
Finally the pulling, tearing, and peeling pays off
The machine turns and veers

This war god was vanquised
Halting the reign of terror
Battle lasted too long, now finished
Eyes snap open, reality sets in as I stare in the mirror


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