Terminate the Machines: Machines Can Still Be Destroyed

I feature defeat me in the communicating of death

Before the alikeness of actuality becomes a factoid of fiction.

Terminate me when I imagine of machines

And computers, things that ordered me liberated

And stop me hostage.

I feature defeat me before I sway

To the killer unworldly wishes.

Have we consent to the new  God,

A synthesized God that has no genuine affiliation,

Moving at the pace of reddened years?

These imaginings hit today embellish my reality,

And by my fault of manlike connection.

I hit today embellish the organisation -

Destroying myself over and over digit meg lifetimes.