Are you a human or just the machine? Protecting her life on daily routine ... We cannot hide from infra-red vision, in milliseconds you make a decision ... We cannot compete in this race, cyberworld is your planet and place ... They created an army and Resistance, to protect the last humans — existence ... Maybe like human, you are just a mistake, waiting for prey, like a poisonous snake ... Even John, did not know what He writes? Nothing survives, after your deadly bites ...
My Song About That: https://soundcloud.com/sasharaven/momentapocalypsedemo
I go through a lot. When I listen, I can hear myself being kicked. I can hear screaming, of delight or of anger. I can hear The amazing sound, of the ball hitting the net. Everyday, I watch kids, dribble me up the field, Aiming for a goal, to lead their team to victory.
your voice is a curse that i can never get rid of. it entices me, pulls me in until there is no more rope to be held and you have to throw me back out again just to reel me in once more so you can speak to me with your voice made of poison.
Play with me in the shade, where my dreams are not too dusty to hold in your hands, and our shoulders are not weighed by the world and your eyes hold stars like they were meant to glow, your hands craft remedies like miracles; your soul is too beautiful to breathe in this cramped ***** place, your lungs deserve open air and I want to give you my dreams before they're crowded out of my head from the stale worries and anxieties that twist my thoughts & nest here often. Go far away from this place, tie your nets around everything you love but don't take anything else with you. My hands may be bruised and calloused, but I know how to braid the softest of sentences, I can write gentle things up under your skin for you to take along on your travels. I may not always keep away the rain but I will always stand beside you in it.
We worship the net We understand the reason why google starts with 'go..' We give the 'd' while praying in our inboxes, The only place we think under, this boxes.
I was blinded by the Jozi city lights, Chasing false fortunes, Got lost in people's comments and complements. Last time I closed my eyes I was somewhere in South Africa. Today am somewhere on google map, Planting trigo-station every time I get high.
If you find me standing before the burning bridges, Show me a path leading to the South Africa Mandela was talking about.