| David Jon Foster Art |
| Joey 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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