David Jon Foster Art

robbed of his humanity
so he thought
didn't’ matter
did not want it
new no other way
longed to be rid of the unbearable burden that went with

dreams of a machine
like the screen that sat before him
so easy it could all be
the little mouse would be king

he gave it up
thought he smarter than thy creator

to become the machine
the mouse now king

no turning back
he did not know
he had been made perfect by the creators own hand

to the ends of his heart he had searched
he had no faith
he was not robbed at all
it was his gift
and his alone
but now no more
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