It all starts with the planet earth so blue yet so dark. As we all zoom in to where the action happens it’s all the matter of survivors. To kill or to get killed. We all are going to face death can we walk away from it. It’s the matter of choice. It’s all about deep dark techno sound of death and the ugly statue of liberty. The dark rainy days as we all wait for disaster to happen. Guns and missiles for the taking. Fighting to eat and craving for meat. Living with destruction. Trying to eat and trying to pray when all the hell breaks thru. We live with security alarms and infra red laser rays. We are the targets and the prey. We need two things to survive balls and words do we have it. Everything is personal. Tanks are our pubic transport. No friends no family no future .our identity all embedded in our blood stream for instant DNA test. Thinking twice before getting into a deal. Its cold the skies are always dark and the sun never rises. Holy places are hard to find as the devil takes over. Every step is always a deal and an agreement. Is there a perfect world. World with a touch screen as we browse along.
Life is a tunnel looking out for light. There are guns all over and never enough fire power. In the real world there is no place for the weak. We will be able to sense disaster so trust your instincts. We will always be located and targeted. There will be fake hybrid animals just like tigers. Bomb blast a regular affair so life carries on. Organic machines made by man. Like refugee in our own country. Cage fights the only source of entertainment left for us. Meeting lost souls will be common. The ice will break lose to save lives and the cause of death. Trust will be rare. We all will get pleasure out of pain. All good times a dream. A missile can target a person with is embedded identity madness. Memories refreshed even after death all stored in databases. Super computer our official mother. Never die with your eyes open your brain records more then needed. Designing our own children and fighting for it .the end has nothing really left to protect each other.
Life is a tunnel looking out for light. There are guns all over and never enough fire power. In the real world there is no place for the weak. We will be able to sense disaster so trust your instincts. We will always be located and targeted. There will be fake hybrid animals just like tigers. Bomb blast a regular affair so life carries on. Organic machines made by man. Like refugee in our own country. Cage fights the only source of entertainment left for us. Meeting lost souls will be common. The ice will break lose to save lives and the cause of death. Trust will be rare. We all will get pleasure out of pain. All good times a dream. A missile can target a person with is embedded identity madness. Memories refreshed even after death all stored in databases. Super computer our official mother. Never die with your eyes open your brain records more then needed. Designing our own children and fighting for it .the end has nothing really left to protect each other.
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