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A work in progress: some thoughts on the future. Recommendations greatly appreciated. |
| The year is 2110(Twenty-one ten) And what a year it has been Fear is floating in the air Such lonesome despair The resources of mother earth depleted All of the hard drives deleted Baron deserts, empty lake Everyone left alive is fake Plastic life Robot (mid-)wife What good is material possession Now that the world has been destroyed in rapid succession Souls are over-rated Genetics are out-dated Like cows to the slaughter Meet my (perfect) drug filled daughter Avarice action From a wealthy faction Economic collapse Devastating relapse They built machines to help us But they decided to kill us Worst of all, emotion was drained and out went compassion and sorrow And now, I fear, there will be no tomorrow. |