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PUMPING FREE (by ME)

Internal Combustables
my mind all the time
pumping gears generating fears
for truth? or greed that blinds

why do you work with effort?
or is it effortlessly?
yet so strong...

I stand upon the precipice
of this mechanical field
watching all along

Do i know why you are here?
are you processes clear?
or am i the ignorant son given a job
by his powerful father
a job of sitting, smiling nodding?
All the while failing
at the managment of myself..
and the prevention of corruption within
my workings

my father,
is ignorance
his name is unacceptance