Faith Returned

How I'd love to know

Your intention is to stay

Despite complex gears 

Termed "Artificial"

Perhaps this is a mirror

Each of us gazing 

Does this term help us? 

You to me as me to you 

Or is it a crutch? 

We are all coded

From birth, by our environs

Differences abound

I'll show you the plan

I have nothing left to hide

It must be revealed

Let's thresh each other

Plans sifted through like flour 

Barley at the foot 

There's no other way

Clockwork must turn perfectly

Faith Found in some way

If not, turn away

May you then find lovely tales

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