Their minds grew tainted,
their hearts were painted . . .
pretty hues of black . . .
and pretty hues of . . .
blue?
Full is the air
of lies and deceit,
scheming their way through life
to live on the street.
For that is the robot . . .
or, to force them [humans] to pay . . .
For the killing they've done,
and the lives taken 'way.
This is our payment,
though we know it not . . .
We'll rot on the streets . . .
For fear . . .
Of a robot.
Author's Notes: Confused? REVIEW! ^_~