To completely bring a close to my Robot binge, here's a Haiku.

Void of datum
the Android way of living
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Death Row Righteousness (title pending)

There's a wanted sign outside the door,
issued by the lying lord.
He holds a charge, recompense is my head,
and he will not stop until I'm dead.

The funny thing, admit I must,
my trail would be truly just.
I've lied, I stole, I've taken life,
so introduce my neck to knife.

In pursuit of gold and fame,
those behind me are scared and maimed.
I farmed the weak and broken souls,
and harvested more crimes and tolls.

But the penalty has been absolved
through unjust courts my sin dissolved.
His dying words, evil diminished
when he proclaimed that “It is finished.”

As a fugitive I can clearly see,
how my crimes don't match my liberty.
Free and roaming, life is shocking,
because I was nothing but a dead man walking.

This is a really good song.

I Need Love
Karla Adolphe

Verse:
You're building a city out of widows and love
You're building walls out of orphans and tears
You're building a city and you call us your own
You're building a temple and you're calling us home

Chorus:
Open up those city gates let the King come in
It's been so long since we've seen Him
I need love, gotta get some love
Sing a new song bang your drum do what you have to do
He's coming now and He's looking for you
I need love, gotta get some love

Verse:
You're building a body from flesh and bone
We know it was broken but now it's made whole
You're building a city and you call us your own
You're building a temple and you're calling us home

I think I'm going through a robot faze. Here's some robot art.

Find it here!

Robot/Astronaut t-shirt

Find it here!

Time is money.

Allow me to illustrate the premise. It's a weekday morning and you step inside the local convenience store for a cup of coffee. It's already brewed and you're in a hurry just like everyone else in the world; you love coffee. Along with other busy-bodies like yourself, tending to the immediate urges so quickly quelled by the service of the establishment, you aptly fix your drink to your specifications and make your way to the store clerk. However, there lies to a horrifying and ire-inspiring sight. At the front of the line an elderly women pulls out the envelope full of unchecked lottery tickets from her purse and, one by one, hands them to the clerk to investigate the numbers for a winner. One by one! The self-checking lottery machine lies to the side of the counter, it's the elephant in the room, a lonely,dejected, degraded elephant. The line behind the wrinkled treasure hunter accumulates more and more of innocent and efficient members like yourself, waiting in limbo as one by one her results are tallied and her money granted, paid with the very minutes of your very life. Don't you friggan hate that!?

Butt prints in the sand

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat,
"But Lord they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."
"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know.
So I got tired, I got fed up,
and there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
when one must fight, and one must climb.
When one must rise and take a stand,
or leave their butt prints in the sand."
 
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