A Modern Sickness
Nazi p0rn sent to warn, became the entertainment of a sick hand’s idle work,
Horror now, World Wide Web kicks,
A can down the street of innocence,
Prior to the wire,
and the background server’s hum,
Before the screens blinded minds,
The Bleeding digital infected our cities,
A true pandemic of addictive proportions; the day they switched the internet on…
By David Nickle Read
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