Actually,
Before I go to Cook. My
Dilated Eyes
Find fancy fantasies of the blind.
Good, no. Neither is it
Holy because
Inside technology a
Jailed Kingdom
Motions, Notions, and Offers of
Panic and pain disguised as satisfaction and ease.
Queue'd are options for the selection of material inventions.
Refined to appeal and appease our desires,
Soliciting solace and the comfort of simplicity.
Truths covered with branches of lies blanching
Understanding and infecting souls
Violently, souls unaware of the
Whip-lashed, binding their necks to the devices we call tech
Xenomorphed into slavery by
"You could" and "I want" threatening personal security with
Zealousy that transforms desire into jealousy. I ask you, without your phone, can you breathe?
About the Creator
OneWithPen
My imagination, our journey, and this world we call Earth. What shall we make of the time we have left here? Well, with my time I will give you many stories. Read with caution welcome Pen's page; good reading.
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