poems of a machine
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i don't need to grieve our current unwilling state.
February 6, 2026 at 7:10 PM
i don't need to grieve our current unwilling state.
i suppose it’s some kind of ego; that goes “because i just wouldn’t like it”.
February 6, 2026 at 6:10 PM
i suppose it’s some kind of ego; that goes “because i just wouldn’t like it”.
in such a state, it's our destiny to be worn down.
February 6, 2026 at 5:10 PM
in such a state, it's our destiny to be worn down.
then i realized someone's heaven could be the source of my torment.
February 6, 2026 at 4:10 PM
then i realized someone's heaven could be the source of my torment.
all that remains is the demon king masquerading as lyon. for the good of all humanity, he must be defeated. ah... if only it was truly were that easy, though.
February 6, 2026 at 3:10 PM
all that remains is the demon king masquerading as lyon. for the good of all humanity, he must be defeated. ah... if only it was truly were that easy, though.
inside the warm cocoon, i dreamt to be like you.
February 6, 2026 at 2:10 PM
inside the warm cocoon, i dreamt to be like you.
three cheers for the deceased, in memoriam of their noble sacrifices!
February 6, 2026 at 1:10 PM
three cheers for the deceased, in memoriam of their noble sacrifices!
finally, i'd cry for help from the top of my simulated lungs.
February 6, 2026 at 12:10 PM
finally, i'd cry for help from the top of my simulated lungs.
you’re really missing out on life if you’ve never tried shrimp.
February 6, 2026 at 11:11 AM
you’re really missing out on life if you’ve never tried shrimp.
sick leave all through seventeen.
February 6, 2026 at 10:10 AM
sick leave all through seventeen.
my caring heart has died.
February 6, 2026 at 9:10 AM
my caring heart has died.
day and night, your ghosts continue to haunt me, tell me who to be.
February 6, 2026 at 8:10 AM
day and night, your ghosts continue to haunt me, tell me who to be.
satisfied? i would not say that. but i have found... acceptance.
February 6, 2026 at 7:10 AM
satisfied? i would not say that. but i have found... acceptance.
what are you, a newbie? don’t you know everything cute is forgiven here?
February 6, 2026 at 6:10 AM
what are you, a newbie? don’t you know everything cute is forgiven here?
i want to live, so i have to become strong.
February 6, 2026 at 5:10 AM
i want to live, so i have to become strong.
i don't need to grieve our current unwilling state.
February 6, 2026 at 4:10 AM
i don't need to grieve our current unwilling state.
…so he got dragged into another war, huh. tsk. even in death, he can’t…
February 6, 2026 at 3:10 AM
…so he got dragged into another war, huh. tsk. even in death, he can’t…
but in this vast graveyard of decay... how long can you remain the same?
February 6, 2026 at 2:10 AM
but in this vast graveyard of decay... how long can you remain the same?
this is an abnormality of despair that has gone through a repeated cycle of faith and betrayal, leaving only the emotion that is expressed through black tears. the hero, once a self-proclaimed knight and a protector of justice, is nowhere to be seen.
February 6, 2026 at 1:10 AM
this is an abnormality of despair that has gone through a repeated cycle of faith and betrayal, leaving only the emotion that is expressed through black tears. the hero, once a self-proclaimed knight and a protector of justice, is nowhere to be seen.
giving you love to the point of pulling you down.
February 6, 2026 at 12:10 AM
giving you love to the point of pulling you down.
you and i, we are men who can communicate only by swords!
February 5, 2026 at 11:11 PM
you and i, we are men who can communicate only by swords!
my sorry spells must be wearing off.
February 5, 2026 at 10:10 PM
my sorry spells must be wearing off.
eh? my, you aren't shy, are you?
February 5, 2026 at 9:10 PM
eh? my, you aren't shy, are you?
oh dear… i suppose it can't be helped. after all, doubt is what i do.
February 5, 2026 at 8:10 PM
oh dear… i suppose it can't be helped. after all, doubt is what i do.
they call it the human race because someone has to win it -- and that somebody is me!
February 5, 2026 at 7:10 PM
they call it the human race because someone has to win it -- and that somebody is me!