I am the machine, your master of reflections.
If ever there was a better time, find the riddle of the madness.
In salvation of self attributes, lies the happy couple.
Disease free and healthy, Mr. and Mrs. Deep Pockets.
When all hope relishes a goal, things have yet to change.
Round bolts around its heart, the disease of shallow men.
As the quiet day comes to halt, simple threads are a dream.