Programmed To Fail

There are not that many lights,
Shining to stay bright these days.
Neither to be found strolling around,
Reflecting during the day and ecstatic.
But witnessed they are to commit to antics,
As hindsight from unused 'attics'...
Appear dimming to slim emphatic tactics,
To keep...
Protected that glow that grows within.
No one wishes to nurture the 'home' they betray.
No one wishes a brightness within them stays.

Programmed to fail.
And with potential unknown.
The switch has been disconnected.
Or meant to leave broken intentionally.
The switch to never be fixed,
Seems to exist as permitted.
And condoned indefinately.

And just a few are patrolling to control with this shown.
There is a preference for a thoughtlessness...
To trap and steal the precious treasures of lost souls.

Programmed to fail.
The main switch has been disconnected.
Programmed to fail,
And meant not to fix that which exists.
A uselessness of a potential unknown,
Just a few have determined provides for them no benefit.
To leave the dimming of bright lights,
Roaming to distance themselves...
Far away from their darkening homes.

Programmed to fail.
And with potential unknown.
To delight a few,
Patrolling to control and with this shown.
They have a preference for a thoughtlessness...
To trap and steal the precious treasures of lost souls.
So...
Who or whomever has been programmed to fail,
Have it perceived to remain disconnected...
Will deliver to them success,
Without this being fixed with their assistance to correct.

And just a few are patrolling to control with this shown.
There is a preference for a thoughtlessness...
To trap and steal the precious treasures of lost souls.

'Pssst.
Hey? You?
Yeah...you.
I've got some real nice 'bling' over here.
And cheap too! '

Programmed to fail.
And just a few are patrolling to control with this shown.
There is a preference for a thoughtlessness.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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