This Machine from Indian Summer by Tar & Flowers

I am the teller of what's been told.
I have grown young as the world grows old.
And its wisdom I fail to see:
All it’s been running is this machine.

I am the poison in the well.
I am the garden in which we fell.
Even then I still could see
The snake was crawling in this machine

I was the runner on the hill
When the Romans had Jesus killed.
As I looked up and saw him bleed,
I saw the cogs of this machine.

I'm the Lakota, I am the Sioux.
What dies in me, brother it dies in you
Cuz when a woman or child grieves
It is the sound of this machine.

I am the peace I am the war.
I am the taker when there's no more.
Whether it's tanks or noble steeds,
You'll feel the rumble of this machine.

I am the ache in hearts of men.
I am the light, the darkness and the end.
Cuz there's a grave whose silence screams,
And it's been dug and waits for this machine.

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