Thousands of generations,
Spoiled by the copious luxurious commodities
Corrupted as, per say, the hollow mass embraces - no, conceals
Their will to live - the pure essence
As comes to mourning in grief, wallowing for the lunistice
Devouring their last sliver of animation they contained
Thus bring in the artillery - what purpose has armistice
When the last threads of humanity are dictated
By bullhorns ridden with shards of bone, in enamel coating
Cavities open gaping wide as they drill their song through your cranium
The hypocrisy of the social hivemind
Intellect seeping through luminescent containers
Stacks of pixels draining the vivacity from your hollow casts
In its infancy, it was decorated as revolutionary and beneficial
In status quo, replacing the primitive necessities
Disguising them as enhancements
As they absorb the rotting cells in the marionettes
Indulging themselves indefinitely, erratically
Resembling maggot infesting their corpses
The fallacy of its concept governing the output
In alacrity, the symbiosis of computerized machinery
Ad interim, I remain shackled in my own habitat,
Demonising the occasion, disjoint from the remainder of whatever humanity
Remains in the soulless remnants of a man
Reciting the soliloquy of the hypocrisy of humanity
I should really contemplate my life