Hollow ring the words of the hopeful
In those dank caverns and corridors
Of doubt, unheard for a clamour more
Dangerous than the overlords wish to
Admit of, peons lost and running amok.
In the chambers of machine horror, asylum
Of tortured metal spirits, so many bodies spill
From viscous, almost organic fluid near amniotic,
Or stay trapped within in vivo prisons while others
Strike out for success while their brethren struggle.