Impoverish,
To make predictions
With statistics wished!
Reveals a declining state of mind,
In time...
Can no longer be nourished.
Since what it has done
Gives those shunning it,
Opportunities...
To do all they must do,
To enlighten and awaken...
From its hypnotic misdeeds!
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