Moon Generators... - Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska
Psychotronic rectum molests me nights and days;
sleepless, I just ponder on the mysterious frequency...
I've been combing through the density of all lost, barred ways,
it feels as if the life's essence has changed its consistency...
And my life's become liquid or perhaps it's like an air;
it's been running through my fingers, as I search.
Hallucinogenic sound takes over my body cells;
my consciousness is untouched, but my ears are wrenched...
I and other people who just pass me by
have become one - the enslaved body...
Soon we'll serve those who won't let us be 'that high',
they'll refer to us 'IT' rather than somebody...
Our minds will be joined and we'll speak the same words,
there won't be different thoughts, various ideas...
Our brains will be stuffed with orders of all sorts;
Antichrist has opened modern slavery era...
We'll be like an octopus wired to hard work
and no prize we'll ever get, no matter how much we'll endeavour...
Our common brain will be placed on the 'master's' fork
and mauled, then reborn for centuries, for ever...
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