As man and machine tear up the earth we once called home,
I cannot help but see the sadistic nature of it all.
The machines groan as they try to tie mother nature’s arms,
Have her spread her body so they can freely roam and travel her.
Like pirates blessed by an unarmed ship on the open waters,
They pillage and plunder,
Unearth her secrets and rob her of her beauty.

To try to show his people, that beauty is not skin deep,
The man continues to drill beneath the earth’s surface,
And he uncovers more beauty underneath her,
Than he does on top of her.
But as time goes o he continues his actions.
Never giving her time to rest.

So as man, machine, and earth become whole,
The former continues to choke the latter in hopes that she enjoys this.
But her suffocation leads to her annihilation,
The death of a woman but the changes of seasons
And to the Man and Machine,
The arrival of the season of Machinery