I fall slowly towards the center, coming out of the darkness and into the light.
The light that hangs in front of me is luminescent, full of hatred.
I feel as though the darkness has withheld a part of me, burning it away in disdain.
As I awaken from my slumber, I stumble upon a key.
With it comes the secrets of past and present, an exorbitant amount of ideas to be kept.
I walk forward gaining knowledge as I did in the past, almost as infantile in nature as I am feeble minded.
But will I have to give up the key?
Will I lose the exceeding amount of knowledge once gained by powers unbeknownst to me?
I perceive that I will never know, for I am of a sparse intellectual class.
But alas, I know of the drop.
The loss of knowledge centered by the database of commercialism.
The desensitization of all that is held dear to the country.
The drop, it's a buzz kill.
An annihilative machine, built on the desire of man.
Why does man want what it can not so easily obtain?
For status?
For symbolism?
Or maybe it is simply to fill the void where their hearts should be.
Neigh, it is their way of hiding the past.
Shoving away what could have been in the future.
It is destroying their lives, and it will not stop.
The drop, in mankind.
The drop, in the market.
The drop, in our human anatomy.
The drop, never ending and subtle to the tip of a hair.
The drop.
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