A is for ArtificialMature

Nothing is real, we're all wrapped in plastic, your faces are bright

Your souls are faded, in this light, the only thing real is the white

Of your vacant eyes; all oceans and skies and things; we're so



Animal instincts dulled by technology, you are

Fucking up biology; the light's gone out in every star,

You know your names and numbers, but not who you are.


Suppress the emotions with pills; cheap thrills for disorders that

Never existed; sensory deprivation, pull me closer to


Our looks and belongings define our worth

So let's kill ourselves to save the earth.


The End

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