Electronic print blurs as your eyes
Focus to the media that smear
Upon your face as eyes strain.
A halo of data ties
You down in what was a home.
Now a prison to hide the skies
That others see with disdain.
Placed in rooms of foam.
Cities stand dead, vapid and bleak.
Just like the ruins of Rome
Whom would even see us as mundane.
Your mind is about to break.
Genetic memories of natural creation
Motions your mouth to speak,
To scream as blood hits your veins.
Stand up in damnation
Of what you have succumbed!
Rise up and breath in elation.
Rest and let your eyes pertain
To what man has lost.
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