A digital birthright grown to replace identity
Un-culture professing connection
Insulation from humanity
Gross promotion of your lust for your self-image
Grasp at the straws of the reap of your sought pity
Whole kingdoms made of follower clone-bots
Same ideas, paste on, repeat
Celebrations of illiterate fumbling
Drunk off attention, want, and need
Spawned of a void of effect
And prescribed culture
Lost in a swarm of detached and unreal egos
Create nothing new
Become nothingness
Repeat gibberish
Searching for a savior in half-baked lists of random musings
Intermittent progress, a telltale sign of muted weakness
Infatuation with irrelevant facts, the mind kept ever dull
Circulating public introspection
Infantilizing the intellectual
Bled from the mind of the weak and the hollow-hearted
Words walk like sheep in a line of the same colors
So shall we discuss the end of days?
