Information,
data flowing.
Flowing
through my
being.
Invisible hands
working my
mind,
Kneading
like clay.
Shaping,
forming what
I think.
Formatting
how
I think.
Information
invasion,
out
to capture
terrain,
territory.
Coursing
the folds
of my
mind.
Capturing
the ripples
of my being.
Homogenization
of thought
globally.
Power of
information.
The power to
control,
brainwash.
Brainwash
all who stare
too long.
Too long
into the
abyss!
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: June 11th, 2019 22:28
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 3
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