Poetry

Technomancy - 4/11/20

Adverse, revert, toxic inaction
Plague spreader of a wide-eyed paradigm
Under bright lights we dance and play
The days far spent, though we never cared anyway
Toy and fancy drew us away
Vibrant flickers and wave of hand
Magicians wrought slaves under the great tin man
Profit they did and idols we made them
Puppet strings have long drawn out
Mannequin all men became, on fishing line a fishing game
Reel to rule, lust over love, meaning gone…
No more speaking of
A priesthood of provocateurs, spawns of serotonin shamans
Evocative in power, summon your master, shower his praises
Kept lies to smile, feel something within
Dismay delayed, vision is sin
Deride truth and look no further
Future is now, our own lives we murder
The Sacrifice has been demanded, payment past due
Tab put toward blood rituals to please panopticon
We’ve made it here, New Babylon