"Number of the Beast"

Frustration, on you I come undone. Strike a nerve, are you the one. The legitimate son, will you come or will you run. Now the deal is done. Off your chest, more than a ton. Are you "True" or will you come undone. The illusion, the feast, the number of the Beast.. The walking dead, are we all deceased. Electronic highways, the bi-ways on which we all now faire. A rocket in the sky-ways, no one seems to care. Our daily poison, something we all share. Speak not of it with a forked' tongue, who is brave enough to dare. Understand we all live there, yet no one seems to care...