Technology Through Hells Gates of Heaven
An anamoton resembling a human being, what an investment to configure them to dominate the working force, not to mention strengthening our economy, manufacturing their own kind in assembly lines while we sit at home and collect their earnings, a new kind of mechanic that works on electrical veins and arteries, the heartless transplanting hearts with flawless computerized precision, little buttons for entertainment, a series of codes in manuals for drones, we've all become artists uncontroled and stoned, freedom to the human race, an electrical pulse of technology away, I ready eyes for a living telling the future, a replay of events, slow motion and heaven sent, this is the end of the world, galaxies and atoms, the astronomy of the universe as one very large alive God, we the virus of an electron destoying everything that benefits our parasite like lives, the remedy is within our heaven sent angels, follow me to a better world in outer space, where we never age and heaven is a million miles away.
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