Open Source
You acquired all that information open source.
Yet the knowledge came at a premium
Data collection , implicit consent and they stole your autonomy
The cost of ever convince, robbing you incrementally and yet the desire for expediency. The need for speed .
The drive to go where no others have gone.
You think it's cruise control but your stuck on auto pilot. Riding shutgun sitting in the driver sit And they have you stirring clear of clarity..
We all feel sped up yet time still moving at its steady pace. No faster No slower. There had been an inflation in impatience.
The imagination has been deflated.
The unregulated hubris to become Gods had lead to a real crisis of meaning . The man made miracles are more fiction than science.
They have you think we are below replacement rates. But that artificial consciousness, that alien design the de-incranational will substitute the incarnational.
And much like the demons it works 24/7 , no day of sabbath, yet they want to lull you to sleep but its no slumber as we toss and turn all night. You will own nothing but be burden by the cares of this world
Producing a virtual reality hoping we forget the reality of virtue.
Wont you bare with me but an hour? No veneration only denigration of the scared design. The name brand often duplicated never replicated. It was fashioned from the foundations the new styles are already out of season, how the latest trends are a tyranny.
Man now is the architects of their own demise , created in their very own image and after their likeness. Not master of their own destiny rather slaves to will of that lawless one.
All the fuss over scared democracy, its profane! Even the Elect will be deceived. I’d rather cast my net then another vote.
Woe to you scribes and Pharisees that pervert the works of his hands, Oh that you seek consolation in this fallen world .Do not eat of the leaven of this age.
I will not be a descendant of Cain. His spirit reeks havoc upon the earth.
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a Free sytle prose
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Submitted by esarkis on November 01, 2023
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Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 11 |
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