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God Lives in our Computers

I was born into the age where computers have always been within arms reach,

information flowing faster than the speed of light

and I'm terrified.

We are no longer a free people

our info has been sold,

our souls have been collected in exchange for facebook likes

and shallow popularity.

God lives in our computers

preaching, and casting judgement among others,

while thinking we'll never get caught for posting that picture of 4 am **** rips and white dust spread on the table.

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aiko-oller
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Published
Oct 8, 2014
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