Can you swim?

Its an addiction.

A craving.

The latest update of the classic poisonous vine.

Like the jellyfish's tentacles stingingly hurling you into the dark side of the blue.

While the claws of your mechanical beast drills past your oppositions and straight for your control panel.

Their reasoning is composed by well civilised puppet masters and opulent composers,

pulling away with the momentous strings and churning the conduction batmon.

they watch you fight one another for the stars.

But they already own the moon.

Next your intent seems to fade, and the short sighted, closed minded, prejudice drowns you out.

Your inner crust collapses in self destruction.

If you can swim beyond the jellyfish lagoon

you are extinct  or uncommonly rare.