What is the God Machine?
What are its terrible secrets?
Can it love, can it dream?
It is truly cold, and lifeless?
I met a man without a heart or a soul,
He held the world in his hand and eye,
What more worth are gems than coal?
If for life and death one cannot cry?
I met the long dark, I felt its teeth, its bite.
I shivered at its taste of me, I sighed,
"Do not to stop, the sharp pressure so slight"
But it fled scared and confused, it cried.
And for when it tastes you, you must taste it too.
When it seeks to overtake you, It is overtaken too.
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