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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2064736
What have we become?


I believe I'm the one

This worlds first son

I drink from the cup of individualism

Institutions brought by my generation

A zombie apocalypse is coming

Digital unconscious sheep

We find the best selfies to keep

Love of family, more love for me

How do I look in the mirror

As my former self stares back in fear

What have we become

So certain of ourselves

Just damaged products on a shelf

Leave me to my misery

It's all for me, can't you see

We cry for change

But only from our minds

No one speaks up

Just wait, I need to post

See the Mechanics of seclusion

We are not in control

I'll make a move

I'm convinced I'll fail

I live a zombie life

I tend to love myself

Forgive my treason

I have a reason

For this sickness

Tell me it's all about me

All about the end

I'm a zombie of rage

Forgive me

Back to my page



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