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.