It started with phones everybody alone no more talking a silent scream they stared at the screen like a bad dream brains wired as one the lonely song it all felt so wrong the trickster is here he makes souls disappear they never had a chance once he started to dance like the piper he played I prayed and prayed a crack in the sky something flew bye a rider in white to take up the fight the trickster in chains was locked up again there was love in the air people began to care the hero was gone back where he belongs but hes always there just remember your prayers
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Author:
Mik (Pseudonym) (
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An interesting work in metaphors that speaks of good and evil in a technological way
A really interesting write, that i think is speaking of good and evil in a more modern way, nicely expressed and written, enjoyed the read
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