Transhuman Nightmare(Escape to Midia)
People say-
that the cutting edge of technology
is coming fast.
Come and play---
as if where we are in history,
is going to last...
Walk away!
For the crux of our enslavement
is a cyber pass.
Porting in--
Simulations casting...
"Please beware the iconoclasts"
Hegelian framework.
Orwellian roots.
Noone can tell from the shine
on their boots.
Thought that the legions were sent for somebody else.
Didn't think that THEY WERE COMING FOR YOU!
The seductive veneer of this transhuman nightmare.
Velvet Icing on a poison cake.
People of Troy-- YOUR TROJAN IS NEAR.
Can you see-from the cemetary gates?
Escape to MIDIAN....
The only choice....
Mutation....
Oh' Tortured voice! (We must go on in vain...)
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