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Technology wasted on greed and vanity, Immersed in the web of a fictional reality, A window to a soul that doesn't exist, Verbal onslaughts now more powerful than fists, Modern communications are eerily silent, Tip, tap, tip tap, can topple a tyrant, Tunnel vision fixated on the glowing rectangles, Blue light so bright the mind it mangles, Hunting for the red hearts of communal acceptane, If not enough is found on comes a flood of repentance.
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
Not So Social Media
Technology wasted on greed and vanity, Immersed in the web of a fictional reality, A window to a soul that doesn't exist, Verbal onslaughts now more powerful than fists, Modern communications are eerily silent, Tip, tap, tip tap, can topple a tyrant, Tunnel vision fixated on the glowing rectangles, Blue light so bright the mind it mangles, Hunting for the red hearts of communal acceptane, If not enough is found on comes a flood of repentance.
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Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
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