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.