This machine

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This machine harvests souls,
spits them out flat,
teeth bared before beauty.

This machine bloats egos,
fuels industries with insecurities
and gives us demon eyes.

This machine starts wars,
erases humans from history,
stands testament to devastation.

This machine tells the world
that I am into jogging,
that I found myself in India,
that I am never lonely,
that my life has meaning,
that I will never die.

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