Like the whore of Babylon
that rode upon the beast,
I dare say the world today
presents a sinner’s feast!
E’ry urge and every whim
revealed within a scroll
the mind is tossed and hours lost
begin to take their toll.
Soon, within you’re feeling thin
with mind awash with fear;
with one more click, you’ll feed the sick
and soul doth disappear!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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