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A distance to here and there,
haven't left this house
for the past 2 years,
except for booze
to end
my troubling mind,
Trouble circulates,
like the raising
of breeze
to a hail storm
and this
becomes
my night,
They stand,
half naked
to survive
in a darkness
that this society
will never see.
Welcome to when,
you lose your job
to AI
and Androids
this or next year,
the capitalism
is so extreme
and we lose
our empathy
for our friends.
Don't watch the news,
I advised this girl,
but she told me
she can't escape this
as all her friends
at her local school,
talk about the horror show.....
Masters and their chambers
exploit
us for a supreme feast,
we allow all of this,
remember
we out-weigh this.......
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Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
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