breaking waves splintered
fragments of hope across
faceless emoticons
messages of no meaning
name those apps
show those abs
smile incandescently
attract the bees
lay honey traps in a vast network
take control.aim digital
big brother watches
every stroke digital
did god create man
or man create god?
the internet created
the sinternet
we are subscribers
we have all subscribed
with our souls
the underground junkies
of a social world
connected permanently with cables
leading into hell.
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