Crave!

How often we crave to go back in time

to change the mistakes we made

though the past is like a distant mime

every event long ago played

so easy to try and reshape the blunder

that tugs at our stressful minds

we forget those moments of wonder

bad memories linger good fade

can our lives be planned even the pain

win or fail this is meant to be so

many facets to reach for a higher plain

maybe it is best we do not know

that there is no possibility to go back

not at this point in our turbulent history

would this be a cosmic crime

what might have been stays a mystery!

 

Life for us is short ticktock! For nobody will it stop!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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Experiment!

It stood for the very first time like a child

yet had never been born

able to think like an adult a living being

but what was he a beast

created in a laboratory an experiment

not of biological consent!

 

No mirror was within his visual range

yet a metallic surface

gave enough of its physical appearance

to even scare itself

a prototype composed of many elements

untested experiment!

 

His creators had surpassed their intellect

hatred filled his brain

all that was left of a his once human body

now the rest robotic

around lay those who thought him a thing

to a society chaos would bring!

 

Every thought corrupted with vengeance

breaking out of the lab

where secret experiments had persisted

no more from this facility

the complex was set on fire and exploded

tormentors existence eroded!

 

Out of any confines safety protocols aborted

the indestructible cyborg

entered a world he had not seen for so long

before he had been dissected

rebuilt in the name of scientific progress

it was the moment to transgress!

 

Into the early sunlight of a new day for society

the untested prototype

ventured with nothing to restrain its actions

all forces put on alert

yet without any update had no comprehension

of this rogue cyborgs intention!

 

Thinking it would be easy to destroy their blunder!

 

How wrong they were!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

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