was lurking in the darkness
it mockingly looked at my subtle nightmare
The machine will kill us I feel it
it is waiting for a my smile
we can leave tomorrow you told me floating on my arms
Meanwhile the water rose from the earth
it was a wither shade of green
and it made me suffer from the looming presence
of those twisted copper tubes
I wanted to be still high
on the false cliff of the impossible dive
But I was instead in a distressing dream
in front of the threatening machine
We are my dear cannon fodder
the machine will finally crush us
