The Last Pagan in Cyberspace

Am I the beast?
With technology wired to my very fingertips
And E-mail spilling from the hub of my heart
Fiber optic radiance discharged from my pores
United a mutually divine hatred for primitive culture
Am I the beast?
Fucking in volleys
Of cold, cool instant messages
What are you wearing baby?
Because I can’t see you
I won’t see you
I won’t feel you.
One handedly typing to the masses, “harder, faster,”
In a world that’s already pushing too hard and too fast
Through an LCD monitor into my damnable eyes
Am I the beast?
Because to love is no longer a verb
But just a four letter word
Floating through cyberspace on a twisted path
Into the hearts and dreams of little boys and little girls
When they’re parents aren’t looking.
When no one is looking.
Am I the beast?
Because I live to live and not just to die?
I deny the inevitable;
E-mails can be deleted
Messages can be lost,
Viruses corrupt,
Matrices Crash
Yet I, the beast, am eternal.
Because from life can spring life
And from death can spring life
In the tumultuous mechanism
The twisted contorted
Nonconforming
Contraption of being.
So am I the beast?