A giant rectangular devise sucks me up.
So many opinions at the touch of a button.
Your news presenter is paid to give it.
Devoted to your addiction.
I guess my brain and the knowledge I seek it kinda makes me weak.
Perhaps the physical and pain of matter I avoid.
Apparently eternity is earned with a chemical price.
It seems you can’t jump to immortality.
A price must be paid.
Other wise the path Lucifer laid.
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Author:
Keeter C (
Online)
- Published: October 10th, 2025 11:39
- Category: Unclassified
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