I am not the King of the Machine
infernal and guileless as a snake
but I do proclaim myself a Golden Mean
whose spirituality puts me on the take
how frustratingly ironic
that to rise we must fall
and that our sin is the tonic
that precedes the fatal last call
if my liver could stand it
I'd drink to our health
and I less than you would comprehend it
our proclamations are but soul's self-serving stealth
for we are no Kings of the Machine
and none of us a perfect Golden Mean....
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