Our synthetic thoughts,
Thin as our simulated dreams
Stretched across false hopes
That made a mockery of our fabricated feelings,
We tied our plastic faces to our phony souls
Manufactured for their counterfeit concepts,
We dragged down significance to a shambolic level,
Accepting no substitutes subtle enough to call the unnatural the unreal.
Solutions are spuriously suggested
While hypotheses are hyped beyond our bogus beliefs,
Bastardised by reality,
Assumed by the agents of misfortune.
Created: Apr 13, 2014threepixel Document Media