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Technology zombies
all around me alarm me.
Marching like a mindless army.
This sh!t is beyond me.
They’re plugged in around the clock
being programmed
and they can’t stop!
It’s black ops !
They are under the spell of the cell;
can’t tell what’s fake from reality.
In actuality, caught up in a virtual world –
preferring cyber sex to the flesh of a girl.
Looking at @sses
with 3-D glasses;
Rubbin’ out bio-hazards.
Nasty b@st@rds
walking down the street in a trance;
smartphone sticky from the skeet in they hand.
Watch out! Damn,
another zombie hit by a van.
Fool didn’t look –
transfixed by some tweets and a book
full of faces hadn’t thought about in ages.
Frontin on instagram pages.
This sh!t it outrageous!
We’re helping the man re-enslave us
with the tricknology that he gave us.
It modifies our behaviors
by making us tame.
Keeping us from gettin’ hip to the game
like dilly b!tches,
caught up in they tumblr pictures.
Blowing kisses in mirrors
wearing nothing but britches.
Sh!t is ridiculous!
MK Ultra: no one’s suspicious.
It’s remote mind control
changing humans to drones.
Altering our chemistry.
Fvckin’ wit our memories.
Turning friends to enemies.
Kin folk to foes,
while they’re kickin’ back counting they dough
What?
You didn’t know?
-HymnAgen
