Machines Part I

Is this what you wanted?
Eat, breed, repeat.
Populate and decease.
And take it all
Trade living for a living.
Measure your worth in flesh and blood
I could be your contact in
A place of your design,
With the grace of wounded lions
I could be your absolute;
I could be your sign
I could be your written lie
All this time that I've been given I squandered in my own right
All my breath never intended to be used to change your mind
I found a weaker sense of truth to be what made sense so
I'll just stack these points of view until one gives out
I won't hold my breath
Oh god, I should have figured
All this work, all this progress,
Is fine if you wanted it
I should have figured that this would be happening now