Revamp

by k i k i   Sep 12, 2005


New model awaiting the turntable
Spin to create all emotion felt.
Reinvent how a human lives,
Loathing, loving who they are.
Revolution to create,
Someone as perfect; no faults.

High speed, list so long,
Of people wanting to be prepared again.
Shipped back to the owner,
All fresh, stripped of all the past.
Trembling in the station, as
Measurements are taken over and over.

Mould cemented in one,
No one will be the same as you.
Pills and chemicals mixed,
To make you work a treat.
Scared, not knowing where this life,
Where it will take.

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