<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Global Pt. III: In The Spirit of the One World Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am faceless<br>My motives smell eerie<br>I grin with all races<br>Of no origin clearly<br>Lead roots to no traces<br>Hear foreign plights<br>So I outsource yearly<br>Never blinking or bat eyes in dark nights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am careless<br>So I crave affection<br>And love from the masses<br>With little discretion<br>Throw stones at house glasses<br>My arms are a waving<br>In your misdirection<br>I love you like I love a plaything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am heartless<br>My feelings are all void<br>But I’m never out of touch<br>I phone androids<br>All of the robots, tin men and much<br>Other soulless cyborgs<br>Or humanoids<br>I can wait to die for</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am tireless<br>Through the night and the day<br>I just keep rolling<br>Not one sweat do I break<br>With non-stop polling<br>To analyze each word you speak<br>Placed in context my way<br>From now until the 53rd week</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am power<br>I spread greed like a disease<br>Everywhere by the hour<br>I’m in control, yes indeed<br>And in speech, I’m a tower<br>I overshadow causes in the street <br>And overcast lives like a shower<br>I’m here to stay, secretly indiscreet<br>What’s yours is mine, but <br>What’s mine isn’t ours</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=P.R.+Prosper">P.R. Prosper</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475932" data-title="Global Pt. III: In The Spirit of the One World Man de P.R. Prosper" data-description="I am faceless My motives smell eerie I grin with all races Of no origin clearly Lead roots to no traces Hear foreign plights So I outsource yearly Never blinking or bat eyes in dark nights I am careless So I crave affection And love from the mass..."></div> </div> </div>

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