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