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We have automated hate,
Everything is outside the rhythm of life,
Emotions quantified,
The standardisation of feelings.
There is no time for nuances in e-motions.
Everything is about maximising productivity,
Caught amid our proclivity,
The algorithms proliferate.
In this life, no one experiences vehemence.
We are floating clouds drifting in eternal skies — breathe.
We exist on a plateau of platitudes and false gratitude.
Fake emotions from those devoid of a soul,
The old manipulate the young into believing their truths.
Breathe -
It is all GHz — the measurement of the hurt they proliferate, so the disinformation flows faster than the speed of light.
They are cursed but see this as enlightenment.
Breathe -
Without an understanding of the cost of our apathy —
Lazy be as lazy is; we don’t want to think; everything must be instantaneously accessible.
They say that they want to empower us, but only within their frame of reference.
One has to ask, can there be innovation within this closed system.
