Metal Monday XXVIII - Belie The Machine

8/29/2016

A species was chosen to lie for.
A species was chosen to tame.
A brain stem, emotion, and devastation; Logic suppressed, spirit stripped away.
A human was told what to stand for.
A human was told who to blame.
No questions for answers that retch for freedom; Consumed in fire, mortar, and scorched clay.
Feign grace, save face at all cost.
Now take our place with all that we’ve lost.
Belie the machine that hurts you and you are ashamed.
Belie the machine that breaks you and you are to blame.
Here lie all the lives deserted, kept from the light.
A human was told what to stand for.
A human was told who to blame.
No questions for answers that retch for freedom; Consumed in fire, mortar,
and scorched clay.
A reason was chosen to die for.
A reason that no one could name.
A grave for its creatures with no distinction.
Logic suppressed, spiritstripped away.
Feign grace, save face at all cost.
Now take our place with all that we’ve lost.
Belie the machine that hurts you and you are ashamed.
Belie the machine that breaks you and you are to blame.
Here lie all the lives deserted, kept from the light of day.
We will be shaken by the earth, and forsaken by the sun; As cursed rite of birth is frantically undone.
Backwards and downwards, through right and left nerves; Stripped of all garments while gasping for words.
Black sky above and infinite below, Manifestations we no longer know.
This is not a dream; This indignity.
Writhe internally.
Wake eternally.
Feign grace, save face at all cost.
Now take our place with all that we’ve lost.
Belie the machine that hurts you and you are ashamed.bn
Belie the machine that breaks you and you are to blame.

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QUOTES I ADMIRE
"A wilderness, in contrast with those areas where man and his own works dominate the landscape, is an area where the earth and its community of life are untrammeled by man, where man himself is a visitor who does not remain." - from the Wilderness Act, 1964

"I owe my solitude to other people." - ALAN WATTS

“I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth.”
― Walt Whitman

"In the ancient world, people placed heavy stones on the graves of the dead so their souls would not wander and inflict the living. I always thought this was simply the practice of superstitious and primitive people. But I was about to learn that the dead can hover on the edge of our vision with the density and luminosity of mist, and their claim on the earth can be as legitimate and tenacious as our own."

- Dave Robicheaux (In The Electric Mist With Confederate Dead)