future song lyrics for when I’m famous

Oh God

that was it,

wasn’t it?

are we like the great minds of the past

thinking twisting turning inbred minds

or are we pressing towards the future

gadgets galore, tempered glass,

babes in toyland

digital convenience stores

Oh God

have mercy on

me, restore my

decomposing circuitry

torn between, ever and always

divided and dividing

two stuck in one, no windows,

self denying, cell dividing

heart attack

Oh God touch down

gently clear the space

around my overburdened flesh

silence the sufferers

neutralize, anesthetize

stay alive please

stay alive, private me

with your

long forgotten secret eyes

Oh God,

that was it

wasn’t it?


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