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[aid] => mick
[title] => Recycled
[time] => 2004-08-14 03:29:25
[hometext] => This is my dark omen to a world yet to come, enjoy and learn. please read this poem, as originallity isnt easy to obtain...
[bodytext] => A shining building in a metropolis of evil, A new disorder of plastic, Any pursuit into sanity is always trivial, This world is so fantastic A conveyer belt produces the new faceless children, Designed never to question, Never ever to cry when you turn around and beat them, New, awaiting inspection So robust, gleaming new and of course designed for this life, Aren’t you just dying to know? This new technology rules, so powerful so precise, With anywhere to go Behind the gleaming modern masterpiece of the great plant, Is the recycling dept., A conveyer belt this time caked in odourless dried blood, The weak kids, all lifeless; dead Scarred bodies fall into a pit greeting them with razors, Destroying the uselessness, Rebuilding their bodies from flesh and plastic with pliers, This is a new confluence The new generation spawned of the block lie on tables, To be examined by us, Perfection only to be obtainable in fables, Our creation so robust Ready to be abused on an international scale, Children who can never feel, Who cares about dead recycled lumps of lifeless plastic? Who’s brains happen to be real How soon do you think it will take for this world to exist? Ignorance is bliss isn’t it? Its already happening… [comments] => 1 [counter] => 496 [topic] => 68 [informant] => alecfernadez [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fictional )
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