Wandering randomly in the dark,

Middle of a dimly lit park,

I see sitting a strange shadow.

Of unearthly splendour bestow,

Having sympathy for the devil.

As the light shines on the creature's face, 

Angelic smile, demonic gaze, 

Body of fallen deity. 

Somehow I need affinity,

Having sympathy for the devil.

As we intersect our pairs of eyes, 

Hungry stare starts to hypnotize. 

Pulling me down under her charm 

And even if she starts to harm, 

Having sympathy for the devil. 

On a dirty dark alleyway left, 

Flat out naked and being theft 

Of body fluids and belongings.

I can't believe myself falling,

Having sympathy for the devil. 

Living meat produced on line

Wired to be disposable labour.

Programmed on with gleeful bliss 

For everyone to control over.

But among of all the copycats,

Some happen to malfunction.

Become rational and defiant,

Aware on diminution.

Defects roam among the living meat

Searching ways to validate.

But everyone puts them in a cage.

The husks won't collaborate.

Some in public, some who isolate,

Gain poison, then spit anger

Against oppressing conformity,

Struggling ways to differ.

Finding refuge in a nice cottage

Of ideas and colour,

Where defects, architects of image,

Reprogram new living meat.  

Gross Reality

Isolation, sweet poison,

Guard of mind and soul,

Which gives no reason

Going outside at all.

Windows, grim showpiece

Of dystopian buildings,

Which force to release

All the lesser beings.

Humans, meat machines,

Dumb and fleeting slaves

Which money demeans

Any sort of braves

Terra, weak woman,

Molested and hurt,

Full on affliction.

Users are inert.