Twirling and whirling,
Into the abyss we dare.
Dancing with devils,
Screeching and weeping,
We sing out our song,
A new song of death.
We sneeringly mock
Our own hopes and
Our dreams.
Souls are trafficked
In an internet cloud,
For with clicks and
Broken hearts,
The loss of free will.
In the abyss we dance,
With the same ancient
Devils we know.
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Bear 09September2020
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