There is crazy
There is more crazy
There is even more crazy
The norms of behavior
have been thrown out the window
and are in need of a savior
But the savior doesn't
have a flock anymore
All those marks of the devil
when we were kids seem so simple now
The Bar code and Ping Pong machine have
grown into monsters with names
like Alexa or Suri
that spy on souls who eagerly
give into shallow desire and don't
care or understand the dripping,
or the eroding of morality
Humanity is at the cross road of time
Don't let the fiddler divide your mind
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