[ACTIVATE SELF]

Lemarchand
Plasma sigils, the vigil to Apple is Surgical
Consciousness plus tech, the approximation of flexin’
we questin with hexes, the Lexus in flight…
Tesla teleporter, harnessing light.
Either that or the portals. Porters are androids, I guess we’re immortal
Escorted by morsels, in cathedrals corporeal. Each human has fortunes
VVSes on my pants braces, I’m morphing in space…
on Venus, elated,
Neo-drugs designed by physicians, the chemist is antiquated
In your future mysticism and technocracy mated, still there’s a place for Satan
Balance, of course. Wars simulated with patience, planet destroyers…
A splash of mayhem in fortress
as aesthetics expand. In pace, the gang’s complacent…
occasionally we indulge in the damning, I’m Samson with a fader
Freebasin crystal crayon, Super Saiyans for aeons

Sammy
My language, unique.
Giga-biting into an apple’s core. the mantle was sweet!
Falling, not far from the fireplace. Our family tree..
Me, myself and I. Pod of three prodding the screen
Jogging that memory card, dealt in pompous olive and green.
Gold and space gray, shading’s the same, call what u see
Its all in the option, you see?
Plenty of sharks in the sea.
Otters boxing with clamshells for that morsel of meat.
Mayan Calendar. Number profit. boisterous leaps
Year after year the horde comes to eat. A dollar a slice
The colors are nice. Vivid images Full of vigor and vice.

SELF ACTIVATE
An extinguished orb sinks beneath pixilated clouds of digital data,
as zeros and ones rain from the Matrix created by Gates
in Silicon Valley when God became Jobs and Elon a Crowley
of elohēm blood. Read the Gospel. Unplug.
"Technology cometh to blot out the Sun". This topic's become
the dystopic conclusion of Lucifer's lust. Abusing our lungs.
Pollution and drugs. Robotic gestopos with too many guns.
Computing the funds. Crypto-currently poor. Indebted to serpents
of virtual lore.The purpose of war? Is burguyndy poured
on circuitry boards. Thus feeding the beast that nurtures the Borg.
Give birth and then form an opinion that's yours before it's too late
and you mimick the horde of techno-organic parasitical spores.