Reconstructing Innovation (Insecurity Spin-Off)

Final Stanza

As she laid in a puddle of her own remains
Bones exposed to the coldening gaze
No pain is felt as Mary bled out
Looking around while awaiting her fall
The metal men, they tore her apart
Left her mushed like the inside of a tart
The walls are now steril, as white as snow
The metal, replaced, conveyors produce
She looked up in a last breath for air
Raymond Robotics, it read in her vain

The End