TRANSHUMANISM


I fell and I felt myself fall
I heard my soul call and
witnessed wickedness crawl out
from down in a place dark like hell
and disconnected from sound
Now, I miss the music that I've
grown accustomed to having around
The natural grooves that I use to use,
to stay in tune with my surroundings,
has been removed with a silver screen
that has been slipped in between
my being and that which is supreme
Now I'm casted within a casket,
behind an iron mask that
clutters my eyes, while automated
voices blast and smother my cries,
what a constant struggle,
such a slow and subtle demise,
legions of teens below cold and extreme
Twas' then I awakened,
fighting, still in a dream,
shaken, frightened by the scream
of my forsaken ghost shackled
inside a human machine

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