Pneumatic Trance
By WarTorn
Pulse, the beat, the intangible iron heartwork
Metallic substance, relinquish human intent
Hidden door way into our caustic clock work
Revealing secrets that God had laid to waste
We are all victims of subliminal conjugation
The dancing whore things, programmed pneumatic trance
Master technician of true unholy creation
Production standards have grown to blinding speed
The furnace churning
Belching ash from robotic afterbirth
Inhale the substance
Lungs accepting mal-intent
Breathe!!!
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Copyright 2012 WarTorn
Published on Sunday, April 22, 2012.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
please rate, and enjoy!Comments on "Pneumatic Trance"
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On Saturday, April 28, 2012, Dominic
(53) wrote:
Awesome. I'm envious of how you say so much in so few words. Really intense layers peeling back - like being punched in the face by the words.
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On Saturday, April 28, 2012, WarTorn
(40) wrote:
appreciate the compliment dominic...some of your work is quite impressive as well.
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On Sunday, April 22, 2012, FadedBlues
(2096) wrote:
...frightening visions of technology's anti-religion, like scenes from Fritz Lang's 'Metropolis'...
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On Monday, April 23, 2012, WarTorn
(40) wrote:
thanks for the feedback, definitely going to check out that piece of work.
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On Sunday, April 22, 2012, RubyXero
(481) wrote:
that was a lot going on in a small piece.. intense write I enjoyed it
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On Sunday, April 22, 2012, WarTorn
(40) wrote:
Thanks Ruby! I really enjoy creating an emotion with as little text as possible, kinda like a super concentrated substance.
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A former member wrote:
impreesed by the use of the words