Tech-No
Fingers tapping keyboards
Producing letters, not sound
No lyrics or music
Just amusement
Degradation, separation
Behooving a movement by
standing in line to go
Around and around
cul-de-sac concepts;
a cyclic sign of decay
Take a number but realize
Nothing has order because
it's organized that way
Irony and hypocrisy are sewn
into innate intelligence
Closing the gaps between
the rivalry of God and yourself
There is no-one else
Just you and everyone
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