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No more sleeping. Wake up
Metaverse is a curse.
Virtuality is a trap.
Do not let them take your minds.
There's no coming back.
Do not let your world be designed,
by programmers and hacks.
It's just another field of mines,
of pixelated traps.
A.I. is inferior,
to the natural soul.
People can no longer tell the difference,
between a smile that's warm or cold.
Open your eyes and see the world,
it's exactly how it seems.
Full of tricks and opposites,
and illusionary schemes.
Metaverse is the curse.
Even if the stocks are down.
Stocks are always representing,
how quickly the world can turn around.
Virtuality is a trap.
Do not let them take your minds.
There's no coming back.
Do not let your world be designed,
by programmers and hacks.
It's just another field of mines,
of pixelated traps.
A.I. is inferior,
to the natural soul.
People can no longer tell the difference,
between a smile that's warm or cold.
Open your eyes and see the world,
it's exactly how it seems.
Full of tricks and opposites,
and illusionary schemes.
Metaverse is the curse.
Even if the stocks are down.
Stocks are always representing,
how quickly the world can turn around.
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