Like oil to an android
Synthetic person’s
Solar fuel
Running as hydraulic
Manufactured fluid
Fracked from places foreign
Where glowing crystals grow
And the workplace is brutal
As miners grind with drills
And smash with pickax
Into petrol lightning
Until the mines collapse
To quakes of thunder cracks
Born of deathwish brood
Verisimilitude
Machine’s drive devised by
The deaths of those raw
Sacrifices of sweat in dops
1eathwish?
Dogma.
