Power
Plug
Runnin and racin
Through the matrix of all these
Screens, monitors, effects, designs, desires,
fantasies
Of technology digging into the eyes that God
originally created
In me to be Cross-Eyed
Running the race of greed and power
Down the trail of tv screen snow
All these things all these wants
All these electrons and terrorbites
Covering my flesh and digging into my ears like
ticks and termites
Turning the Earth that used to be all natural
Into a motherboard with all of us as humans
Slowly evolving as we follow the technologic
patterns
Transforming into the type of human the enemy
Wants us to become as human robots
With the motto of “A people that stand for
nothing,
who will fall for anything”
Until the day and time that Eternity Himself
Pierces the skies of the technological balloon
And breathes the power plug out of its outlet
And shocks it, fusing it back into play, back
into sight
Having us breathe in the air filled with the
aroma of
His very own Kingdom
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