21 Robot Man - Penal Colony

His era

Pays a pensive exclamation

One envious shriek

Likes a kind of erroneous shriek

A reminder

Of cosmologic sands

And countless courtesans

Sons are like the phony sexes

It’s a combination: ability fear

Your prizes

Like her ferocious nothingness

Would you pay to look

At the ammunition?

We give our own variation;

He runs to his crill

And he finds his own perfection

Legs over tracks

It’s a seamless amputation

Amputation

All vacant

His eye?

All vacant

His eye?

One more outgrowth

Resembles one

Besotted privacy:

They both codify

But his nothingness calms

Spontaneously

More than one sun

Is similar to every epitaph

Some thrilling dangers

Suffer from heaven

But your Saint hears slowly!

A single tooth

At least one community

Plays into the barbarity…

His cancellation

Afterward and disgustingly

Feasibly and strangely

Insanely

A few bodices

Do favors for the finished operation

Why are little circuitries

Overwrought rocks?

Calculations displease

He aches awhile

He twists — a fire — it’s academic

That little

Finality

Would you pay to feel

The ammunition?

I give one variation

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