[Objective]

Mother Earth & Father Tech

She give birth to nature while he use her fruits of labor,
both in tune with runes yet convos fuse a mute container.
Between each string of atom crafted & neurotechs ironic laughter
a third symbolic master leaves a bitter taste for mornings after.

Evidence of consequence is Common Sense - a brutal sibling -
he was inkling for revealing matters of their mutual stealing.
Crucial healing with dirt as barrier, wondering if he'd marry her,
oily exterior, that's his carrier, so they settle on a boston terrier.
"STOP AND THINK: SOLUTION! What's collusion worth if not for fusion?"
Both neglect in debt to conclusions swept in bouts of more confusion.
Imbued with love and trust they confess their crust got broken:
"I guess we could see less of lust and more of which doors we open."

Toxic relations appear with grey borders and landscapes of fear,
mountains move strands of her hair as clouds thickens while she's gasping for air.
His mask of plantations see past her hidden disgust, such injust gets forgiven with trust
where vision gets blurred,
he must get through her minds wrinkled construct from words that he's earned,
then saying;

"If only Treason were us..." Conveying:
"We bust each element elegant in nature where God is irrelevant,
it's evident our arrogant posture is feigning for settlement."
As each others experiment he bring his hand to her cheeks
dirty as sewer pipes leading to creeks yet honest and sweet.
He consciously speak with diffidence:
"I love how you're making me weak but we're too different,
so, I think we should acknowledge unique."

With ease they part ways and feel damaged for weeks,
but hey, scars stay so they'll never salvage their weeps.
You can't see the forest for trees now that he's stuck on the streets,
and they both continue to poison the people they meet.