Look now at the seven rings, the rings most vital and unclean
They slide right on each finger slowly, and have their half-life most unholy
Where we live today in should've been light, so we ought never forget the forged delight; this ring that batteries blow in two, and never ever mingle through
We come to hope that technology won, that magic is forever gone; we like our cars and GPS — now brake your wound and carol less
Death to monadic magic and kabbalah, all those things of non-ontological thought, that all begin with even "al" — an now this building will stand most tall.
Death to magic, we have it gone; we burnt the staffs and slaughtered the mancers; mancers of meg & mag and things most un-el.
Let HE be the one most super — DEATH TO MAGIC, WE LIKE OUR CARS AND GPS'S!
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was an experiment via the slide your thumb over the keyboard feature, with a little influence from the movie Suburban Knights.
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What is technology today would have been magic in the past. Well written and I would say death to magic as well all technology of modern times including cars. One might leave what to us seems most basic. Fire, wheel, basic tools, even electricity take away.
What a surreal and biting piece, my friend! The old mysteries are condemned, their practitioners destroyed, and machines are enthroned in their place. Yet technology becomes another form of enchantment...complete with sacred objects, unquestioned power, and devoted believers. One heck of a write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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