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The disease is spreading No one will be immune The bacterial strain No cure Relationships are infected people are sharing the virus In their beds In their homes In the streets It's communicable The dyeing are unaware The infection Technology grows you can't bury the dead The graveyards are full The disease spreads one to another Society needs no cure unlike the diseases before Death is not painful However,slow.
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
Technology
The disease is spreading No one will be immune The bacterial strain No cure Relationships are infected people are sharing the virus In their beds In their homes In the streets It's communicable The dyeing are unaware The infection Technology grows you can't bury the dead The graveyards are full The disease spreads one to another Society needs no cure unlike the diseases before Death is not painful However,slow.
This is about society and how technology is infecting it.
george-maris
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 12:33 PM UTC
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