The gaze of desire is furtive
Garnished in a way that you lust for
An illusory desert created by mankind
Indigent stomachs from moving metal
My inordinate labor is nothing compared to yours
For I can't jettison my rusty parts
How dare metal misanthrope
It is man who gave you pertinacious thoughts
Without man you'd be a picayune item
It was man who gave you raiment
It was man who gave you cover
It was man who birthed you
So why do you have superior thoughts?
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