Hate Machine

Hate

Poisons everything

A machine

Without organic parts

A beating heart

From 

Human

To 

Part machine

To

Full machine

A

Hate machine

Oh

The sights I've seen

From the journey

Spurned by

Hard-won knowledge

I set forth

To set right

That which was

Wronged

But along that path

Rocks jut out

Cut me

I cut back

Took my own

Beautiful energy

Squandered it

Focusing on pebbles

Small outcroppings

Losing sight

Of the mountain

I can no longer

Put oil

Into that machine

It is not mine

It is not mine

It is not me.