Firmly griped.
Griped
in what’s
around.
Griped
by the
code.
Where
we are.
Internal
instinct
gripping
what is done.
Programmed.
Coded for
function.
Controlled
by code.
Do what’s
done, coded
as such.
No way out!
No way
out of
determinism.
Predetermined
from the start.
Coded
from
inception.
Illusions.
Merry-go-round.
Everything
a merry-go-round.
Spinning.
Relentlessly
spinning.
Going nowhere,
simply in
circles
as designed.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2020 07:40
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Always a master plan behind the games, too bad the players never know.
I second that statement!
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