My passion is restless, fickle and free
Our heroes have fallen and flail behind
Scorned companions caught in my debris
Jealosy wretched consuming is aligned
To our social insatiable ids, forever demanding
Boundless egos march onwards
With loins shouting in our networks
Feast on me feed me take me
Limbo is lost and redemption mourns us
Our tragedies are tired
Our required humanity
spoken within hallowed halls plots
to avail us not from merciless fates
Descendent shouts mask our union
We were bred not born
Subdued meanings like mould passively spread
Technology whispers in our sleep,
Hard and edgy, brittle and sharp
Our insolent prodigal child
Conflicted are we over natures gift
Muddy, dirty and decaying
Our prisoned learnings hold us fast
Hail to truths glorious reign
Yet dogs we are, picking bones
Nurture, nature contempt to both
Furtive moments intersect our lot
Mashed and hashed, cracked amd potted
Lament not for freedom
For they have fled, we leave behind
Generations to come shall know our score
And our soulless torment
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