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Rated: · Poetry · Emotional · #1854733
When the cauldron cooks/ from a foreign drug/ the mind burns its books/ and digs for love
The Brain Machine.
A seamless motor that runs on dream.
It's a scoreless game
without a team.

Trust, hope, prayer, and faith
keep the brain running in pace.

Questions, answers, riddles, and thought.
These are what hold the brain in its place
tugging its wire taught.

When the cauldron cooks
from a foreign drug.
The mind burns it's books
in the search of love.

The chemicals bring a feeling.
The Machine begins to grind.
The Brain is sent reeling.

Love, Care, Memories, and Fear.
The perception is peeling.

The Brain Machine is out of time.

All is lost.
The mind has froze.
Thought is gone.
Darkness soon grows.

The Machine.
Now it must rest to replace broken nuts, gears, and screws.
And tomorrow,
wake up again,
born anew.
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