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We are the prized possessions of magazines and TV
We are owned by the media and game show forms of reality
we're slaves to the lay-z-boys and chained to computer chairs...
We are the future. Beware.

We've lost the sparkles in our eyes,
the stars in the skies that used to keep our deepest wishes,
well, they are nothing but magnetic Fields of cosmic dust
thrusted into our gigantic telescopes.

We've lost our hard-earned jobs to robots
their programs and hardware derived from our own thoughts
yet they can't speak or think for themselves.

Then again, neither can we...
we must have God speak for us
our thoughts are centered on a book written by men just like us
we limit ourselves for fear of being damned,
you quiver at biblical references
buckle your knees at imaginary lightning-throwing Gods...

I hope the frequency waves from your plasma makes your children's brains rot.