[Adonis]

~Tale of Death and Tech~



Born to young Earth, had to walk with no Uber
Learned about loss and how the heart can be neutered
Taught to not be so brutal
~Hapless-happiness~
You too can be a prosperous loser
Death is in the margins, point blank...
The dots are unusual
Each synonym is sentient, it's intent has begun
Romance is meant to be won, not lost in a posture that's slumped
So if Tech is a bell that's been rung
Then humanity must be a lisp where the cat's got your tongue
Heavens a night shift, each customer's odd
For if he believed the shit taught by a "God"
His soul could have been bought and then lost
Each thought created so hope wouldn't stop,
Each punctuation a nail most couldn't affix to a cross
I'll play devils advocate, come, burn a young witch
But the twist...is...I Am GOD; Ironically,
I'm a son of a bitch