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...In all the confusion, you lived in illusion...the times of your lives now viewed in museums...
...We skip past peaceful scenery...paint and artificial greenery...
...All destroyed by technology, or by "god" playing wannabes, to you were so cherished and grand...
...We pass gawkingly through, on grouped, guided tours...past scenes of folleys and wars...
...The guide smiles and enlightens us, with tales that frighten us, as we gaze wide-eyed, absorbing it all...
...We then break for "lunch"....Protein paste and "punch"...There's nothing else left to be killed...
...We all live in domes, or underground homes..."Survivalism", oh!, what a thrill!...
...All that we know, are the stories we're told...of all of the battles, of the big, bad and bold...
...We've never seen "sunshine", we've never seen "rain"...without our brain downloads, we'd live life in pain...

The End

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