If I was born alive,
then why am I in chains,
the depravity of a slave
in the mud as it rains.

A choice I was not given,
sent to hell & not the heavens
since the birth of my brown eyes
that changed to green as hope dies
Irony to the trees and petals that fly.

The beautiful baby becomes obscure
Timed well on death's watch schedule
Will I go to hell or rejoin this matrix
created by a genius with computer magic.

I was born dead as the infant alive,
Only reached lows until I took my highs
Fingers can point and I have to laugh
It won't be long till you feel the aftermath.

AI will take over your hard earned learning
You'll be laid off though hard at working
Machines can do what you do 24 hours
I really hate to tell the truth this sour.

I believe this is already our hell,
and soon we'll rot in our cells
The dozens of elites will be the Gods,
over the left-over scraps of dogs.