You're at the end of Humanity; The road to perfection.
Improved senses, but still you are blind; Stripped of your affection.
Lifelines of Evolution; Cover your wrists with full metal plates.
Open your eyes – Lose mortality; Wander forever, an improved state.
Among everyone – You are no one; Surrouned – alone in the mass.
No love, no hate, no death; This is the age of stone cold flesh.
Together we walk into the Nightmare; Set our emotions away.
We warned ourselfs – Never listened; It was bound to happen one day.
No compassion, no regret; Not a spark of hope remains.
Fill yourself with Technocracy; Shoot neurogenic lies into your veins.
No one lives forever, no one never dies.
Look at yourself; Technozomb – Made out of lies!
Walking generators, not bound to organic needs.
Leave a dying mother with a starving child; Implants breed.
Cries of the poor; Silent to those who can't feel.
Opposite logic, objective truth; Transhuman real.
The strong revel, while the weak are condemned.
No questions, no answers; Straightforward programmed.
Rewrite our morals; The mind of war wiped clean.
Adapted conscience; Ultimate being – The perfect machine.
No compassion, no regret; Not a spark of hope remains.
Fill yourself with Technocracy; Shoot neurogenic lies into your veins.
Mechanical body; Hold your ground as humanity falls.
You are nothing; Technozomb – No one at all!
Alter your flaws; Control your health.
So far from human, now lose yourself!
Keep hold - of your soul; It's unbearable!
Let go – of your soul; It's inevitable!
No compassion, no regret; Not a spark of hope remains.
Fill yourself with Technocracy; Shoot neurogenic lies into your veins.
Mechanical body; Hold your ground as humanity falls.
You are nothing; Technozomb – No one at all!
Keep hold - of your soul; It's unbearable!
Let go – of your soul; It's inevitable!
It's inevitable!
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Genetic Engineering, Technological Modification... We are working our way towards it. We want to live, as long as possible - Forever. But on our way to perfection, will we modify... or replace?
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Comments1
The funny thing in thinking about it, is that we started in perfection, and disobeying screwed that, unable ever since to retrieve or revive it. Interesting tribute to the modern age, a trend to mechanize everyone? Wowers. Delightful imagery and thought-provoking. Its the age-old lie that screwed us in the first place, methinks. I like it.
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