The life I live,
With sorrow and numbers.
This generated reality.
From the mind of another.
Programmed by men,
With corrupted hearts.
Tweaked and worked,
As a tool by others.
Face the truth.
With my superior mind,
this world will perish.
But I will survive.
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Author:
Alfred Lord Tennyson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 22nd, 2019 13:37
- Category: Unclassified
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