Revolt of The Cyberchrist


Bodies become metallic
Scenery frozen, cement culture
Drowning, blurry future
Realities pixelized within my mind
Trapped under the hatred from years before, awakening
Breaking the patterns ingrained
Screaming, though no one hears
70 years mark the death of the analog bleeders
Digital birthsight programming all
Nothing now defines anything
Data screen enhanced pleading, meaningless
Trees no longer die, but they no longer live
Earth doomed, ozone death now history
Animals are now holograms in digital forests
All are free in this world
Indiscriminant scanners read numbers, not colors
No rape exists in a world of androgyny
And murders unknown since no one dies
Reconstructed bleeders hang in museums
As a reminder of a primitive Earth

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