Vile seeping corruption
Posing as innocence
Threatens to pry
Us off the tracks.
Dissonant chords sing
Out to the masses
Through a dumbstruck star.
Plug in, turn on, drop out
Is how the heart decays
In this cyber wasteland
Devoid of the tender touch.
One will come after me
Who will save them all.
When he comes
And lowers his rod
People will learn
To fear the new God.
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