Did I sing you all a lyric
that caused to make you all very sick?
It didn’t make sense, because it was dense
with the rhythmic gist of apocalypse!
It didn’t pretend to rave and praise
the magic of technology, but sage in the nature
of the mind of antiquity, not a future mature in AI
that can bely your limbs and imaginative eye!
I am no stranger to wisdom that begat kingdoms
But the race for supremacy may have speed
but have the culture of leads to weed and seed!
I can say, that wisdom wakes up weak this season;
Even if prophecy is discounted as limp, and with
no logic or reason. You can dig up the past with a trowel
and think how far you can travel; and even the
mystery of time you can unravel!
But one fine spring’s day, I saw a light
and I knew it was my reflection alright!
God in disguise saying: I am thine,
thou art mine! But this world is not sublime.
Cast its treachery to scum and slime!
It has veneer, but no shine!
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