Glitch
Glitch
Systematic, stimulated, preformulated beast..
Popularity, sincerity, just another charity feast.
Direction, perfection, an infection of Lies.
We're fools, with rules, just tools to muffle the cries.
Why? Bye? To die, one fact we must face.
Scared? Prepared? Beware of what's after this place.
Sickening, and thickening the way; our path ahead.
Hate-to-date, so much to say, has yet been said.
Copyright © Robert Addington Wells | Year Posted 2006
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