Hi, How may I help you today? Asked with no face Answered to many faces Gathered the intelligence Like the old days Pushed it in the stash Used it for the next answer To crush Another humanity Another kindness Like Cain Killing Abel Just because none of them was able And they never had to Tell each other their true feelings One was afraid of breaking a heart One was afraid of being broken One killed the other One died for the other And all that remained Was an story For a robot to crawl For a search engine to index For a query to get to For an AI to read For a human to ask And get the twisted answer To feed the machine With another rotted brain With another washed up mouth Hello, How can I **** your ego? How may I show you that death is near? How may I force you to work? How may I tell you darling that all the lullabies you heard were just a kidnapping strategy For you, till you are ready to see the world Behind the screen, over the keyboard, after the mouse There are Rats that see you as one Cats that bite you like one Dogs that feel like their owners and you should just walk another step on the glasses And that's not all the story yet Hola, Halo, Bonjour How Can I help you Salam, I'm here to help you Just not in the way you imagine And that's my final painful crossed statement
Religion shows the path through the repetition of the obsessed with greed machinery of human kind, releasing an spirit, over the chains, just to let it be chained for the next generation, for the memories lost and the sorrows burdened, for the wrongs that can't become right and the time machines never born... and still all we know for now is E=MC2. Tragedy, was a comical act of horror through dramatization of human kind. Yet, everything was, is and will stay true to it's nature.