blessed

blessed

the silent machine runs on all is blessed in the lord
all limbs organs and cells bordering on the sacred
past present and to come set to the magical chord
music diminishes and swells souls displayed naked
the silent machine hesitates yet gathers speed again
while the heart skips beats and time stops breathing
moments life contemplates yet repeats the same sin
each movement incomplete a mind silently seething
the silent machine brings life always closer to death
listening to the imaginary within the place of dreams
amidst both peace and strife and under every breath
contaminated and sanitary and plotting evil schemes
the silent machine now stopping is all blessed in god
the silent machine now dropping exposing the fraud