The Guillotine

are Man becoming weaker by the second?
are Machines, of their own creation,
making us too intimate with our own contented life?

will we, their creator, for one point in our frail life,
will witness their rise as a contender for our race,
and for once will be able to overcome the limitations that we created?

will the Shield that we created to fortify our lives,
and warms our heart at night,
eventually be the Scythe, the one who will purge us
into neverending bloodbaths?

will we be able to overcome our weaknesses,
before all of our fears sums before our eyes,
and ends our feeble existence?

editor's note: haha, i'm out of the hiatus state! btw, up there is somethng i wrote about my relationship with my computer, who recently blown out of exsistence.. hehe

Halt!

haha, sorry for the delay.

got so wound up in my final assignment (no, really), i even don't have time to check my mails, and my internet sucks anyway.

anyhoo, this blog will go into suspended animation (no post for awhile for all you simpletons out there), and i'll be seeing you guys again after i get out of those assignments..