my image broken,
with my mirror image,
shattered into millions
of pixals,
mine living tissues under spell,
of visual acuty,
referective trouble-shooters,
parallel index,
nevertheless it all nothing,
virtual harassment,
a weapon of future war,
bloodless bloodshed
changed, reshaped,
sharpened threats,
hunting online,
slavery online,
child abuse,
painful labour,
unskiled roundups,
online wars,
only survival,
condition to surrender,
before invisible enemy.
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