Powerlines
Conceived by wires, my birth was when they built the tower.
Hidden message fed through everyone's words.
Wires upon wires stay in flight like snakes,
Wrap themselves around us.
Power energy is the god.
GLASS MOVING STEEL.
Obsolete.
No flesh, no heart, no need.
Programmed.
Autor(es): RORIK ABRAM BROOKS
