The pace, a wire remote, vision details, the tone is yoke. The constant, a phone in tell, programs applications, summed for shrill. The digital sound, quietly found, know Tick to talk, text goes bleep, language reads.
Cast your eyes upon such screened, it has developed, visual deemed, the Mind a-Live, in action sleep. Present report, no-self needed, 'cause you're told, a When too fold.
The pain refracts, the slap is fact, no halt will be, given "If,"
you must do or die of bleed.
The induced, a jolt of zipped, caught by Looked,
your Hand just hooked.
All at once, society's stuck, in and with, a frozen cist. Calculate, by no-mistake, this exist is,
all ready made.
In-Spite of this, it's serviced!!
The site in socket bound, the eyes can't move, the brain is shroud. Seconds missed, cannot count, there is no help, 'cause it's sound.
The harvest, mills the mind, nothing stops, all the time. Twenty-Four, Hours in Day,
the minute dimed,
the seconds played,
never stopped, became the trade, of freeze in Chored.
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