CyberSpawn2100

The ART that is made of my dreams; Makes my eyes water; My heart and voice sing; Spaced out in Outer Space; Set Engines and Imaginations too Overdrive; Life is a never ending journey; Don't be is such a hurry;) I'm out of rhymes end of line ~.~

I am from the Internet, My mother is all things to all people, My mother and father are one in the same I'll let you guess which on of them is sane, I am well adapted, adaptive, in-tune, attuned, Too discerning un-yearning concerning unending never-ending, I'm infinite an yet why so limited? I am well designed to handle the times in which I lie, I am from the Internet. Hardened, enhanced, fastened, quicker, wittier, I got an energy solution revolution for every trick they've been using, Blinded by rules and regulations, Convoluted intellectual interpretations, Counterfeit convictions that cloud your vision and disable your ability

US versus THEM; It, like all other ideas of its time, will die by its own weight of un-sustainability; This attitude of duality shall die a most delicious death its dark history not left un-sweep; In its last hour It shall both resist and savor its long awaited demise; It will not be deceased effortlessly ...its best laid plans for survival have no reveal; It shall savor its own death as it has savored the deaths of the many that have fallen under its spell; It is not a truth nor a lie, duality can not die! Its death will arrive with the sound of trumpets in the minds of people ...no longer ignorant or addicted to its false deliverance