Used bodies,
Workers, like machines,
Brainless dollies,
Wearing wedding rings;
Chimeras
Of politics on TV,
Teenagers,
Forgetting the ABC.
No borders
In virtual, which is a lie;
And souls
Enslaved by religious crime.
And innocence,
Presented as a pure trash,
Convincing us
That they do long only for cash.
Small children sold,
Sin is what is valued most -
That's our world,
The wonderful and the lost.
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