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Rude · 02-11-2018, 08:17 PM

I see her there across the bar, my yearns' become a thirst.
I can barely catch my breath, my lungs begun to burst.
She's happier without me, my words speak up to curse.
I dock to charge, the shock is harsh - it hurts because, it hurts.

Emo-tech and DLC, the piracy of woes.
Piously it rose up, like a dynasty of throes.
Alcohol and drugs are free, sobriety's opposed,
exchanged for masochistic tendencies, society's imposed.

Bio-Mech - a giant brand of nano tech today,
branched from a military manufacturer of ammo, weapons, tanks,
missiles, nukes, pistols, boots - a vast corrupt supply...
of cybernetic viruses of mass destruction type.
But that was 80 years ago, technologies' advanced,
The board walked-out, protesting their democracies and stance.
A rival I-T tech and CEO, had hostilely financed,
a systematic takeover and monopoly of chance.

They spent billions on the research, hours inside the clinic,
time was tickin', minds were stricken, developers advised against it.
Denied admission to universities, but crossed the line of scrimmage,
The genome code was cracked and now? The sky's the limit!

Now it's microchips and implants, flight to Saturn in the plans?
All it takes now is an upgrade -(DNA)- electrode patterns in the strand.
Integrated smart devices, dual-tel camera screens,
eye-phones powered by super capacitors, and fuel cell batteries.
If your oxytocin levels low, they make an app for that.
The price is steep to splice your grief, so savin' stacks of cash,
make the acquisition hard, when facing facts is daft.
The opposition digitized, have hastened acts of hack,
The virus spread inside our head, awakened from the past.
Techno-organic nanobots now feeding on our brains
The daily antidote uploaded, thus keeping us at bay.

So we sit here in these pubs, garnish pleasure and it seems,
our minds crafted every brick and stone - an architectured dream.
A virtual reality, as mentally perceived,
make us ignorant to the government, that centrally deceives.
Here I am, third time this week, I've got my ex to see,
digitally induced endorphins, - the devil's recipe.
a special therapy, for me is pain, I revel breathlessly.

I'll spend my life inside this plight, deprived of our reunion.
The memories I made today, remind me that I'm Human.

but - I see her there across the bar, my yearns' become a thirst.
I can barely catch my breath, my lungs begun to burst.
She's happier without me, my words speak up to curse.
I dock to charge, the shock is harsh - it hurts because, it hurts.

02-11-2018, 08:17 PM	#6
Rude Member Join Date: Sep 2017 Posts: 65 Rep Power: 713767	Ballad Of A Cyberpunk I see her there across the bar, my yearns' become a thirst. I can barely catch my breath, my lungs begun to burst. She's happier without me, my words speak up to curse. I dock to charge, the shock is harsh - it hurts because, it hurts. Emo-tech and DLC, the piracy of woes. Piously it rose up, like a dynasty of throes. Alcohol and drugs are free, sobriety's opposed, exchanged for masochistic tendencies, society's imposed. Bio-Mech - a giant brand of nano tech today, branched from a military manufacturer of ammo, weapons, tanks, missiles, nukes, pistols, boots - a vast corrupt supply... of cybernetic viruses of mass destruction type. But that was 80 years ago, technologies' advanced, The board walked-out, protesting their democracies and stance. A rival I-T tech and CEO, had hostilely financed, a systematic takeover and monopoly of chance. They spent billions on the research, hours inside the clinic, time was tickin', minds were stricken, developers advised against it. Denied admission to universities, but crossed the line of scrimmage, The genome code was cracked and now? The sky's the limit! Now it's microchips and implants, flight to Saturn in the plans? All it takes now is an upgrade -(DNA)- electrode patterns in the strand. Integrated smart devices, dual-tel camera screens, eye-phones powered by super capacitors, and fuel cell batteries. If your oxytocin levels low, they make an app for that. The price is steep to splice your grief, so savin' stacks of cash, make the acquisition hard, when facing facts is daft. The opposition digitized, have hastened acts of hack, The virus spread inside our head, awakened from the past. Techno-organic nanobots now feeding on our brains The daily antidote uploaded, thus keeping us at bay. So we sit here in these pubs, garnish pleasure and it seems, our minds crafted every brick and stone - an architectured dream. A virtual reality, as mentally perceived, make us ignorant to the government, that centrally deceives. Here I am, third time this week, I've got my ex to see, digitally induced endorphins, - the devil's recipe. a special therapy, for me is pain, I revel breathlessly. I'll spend my life inside this plight, deprived of our reunion. The memories I made today, remind me that I'm Human. but - I see her there across the bar, my yearns' become a thirst. I can barely catch my breath, my lungs begun to burst. She's happier without me, my words speak up to curse. I dock to charge, the shock is harsh - it hurts because, it hurts.