The winds of thought spread rust to the machine
I feel the multi colored weeds growing,
The field and machine turning to dust, churning
The gears erode and chimes th\' toxic queen
The alluring cavern most deviously pristine
Sending musing screams lustful and defining
Using shadow speech, for it\'s in writing
Using the devil\'s tricks, with blinding sheen
The nurons seez at the outskirts of thought
Nevermore the logos factories spark
And gone are the echoes of forgotten dream
Schizophrenia reigned, chaos\' of traut
Long gone the creative ideas hark
Still yet, a dim light does overly beam