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Lucifer's Garden

If the eyes � � �
are indeed the windows to the soul � � �
then where better to begin the harvest � � �
but here in a garden thousands of years � � �
removed from Eden � � �
where heathens huddle and scheme � � �
using inception to infiltrate � � �
our dreams �
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and so began the fertilization � � �
by the telling of countless lies � � �
selling perverted versions of this person..that person � � �
revisions of foreign and domestic images � � �
cast through an army of televisions � � �
emitting seemingly innocuous emissions � � �
from the comfort of living rooms � � �
the nuclear family carefully groomed � � �
through rose colored glasses � � �
planting seeds into unsuspecting brains � � �
while sitting back patiently � �
waiting for the weeds to grow � � �
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and look how fast they grew� � �
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the idea to make every human manageable � � �
through every vice imaginable � � �
miniaturized into devices worn on hips � � �
desires processed onto micro-chips �
ushering in a silent apocalypse � � �
so subliminal yet sinister � � �
the method in which it was administered � � �
life divided into a thousand and one apps � � �
cerebral synapses baptized in cyber-sap � � �
orientation of the consciousness absolutely obsolete � � �
another function of independent thought � � �
they sought to delete � �
a severance from human potential � � �
leading to more reverence for artificial intelligence � � �
as they ogled over Google Earth � � �
giving birth to an Orwellian reality � � �
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of watchers watching watchers � � �
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Big Brother now omnipresent � � �
an ocular entity made popular through � � �
the perversion of poly-ticks � � �
pick a box..CNN or FOX and watch � � �
donkeys and elephants eye teleprompters � � �
feigning the throwing of sticks and stones � � �
taking turns as they devour bones and entrails � � �
nothing more than witches and warlocks � � �
casting spells and telling wicked tales � � �
through toxic exhales inducing optic inhales � � �
a slow siphoning of souls � � �
waiting for the stand-by light to extinguish � � �
as the darkness consumes � � �
where no one can distinguish man from android � � �
everybody's paranoid � � �
as mankind is transformed into � � �
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a kind of a man � � �
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a carbon copy of creation's � � �
carbon based design � � �
debased..defaced..vandalized � � �
soon to erased by those who would scandalize � � �
the most basic of human interactions � � �
replaced by something unrecognizable � � �
where hardly anything makes sense these days � � �
simply because it was meant to make sense � � �
to someone else � �

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