what will it tell.
Will we all be fake,
made from manufacturers profiting off of reality.
Will the world be a dome,
controlled by scientists.
Either way, the world is ever changing,
evolutionary scales continue to grow.
The ever lasting chain is cracking,
losing its finite bond.
Here we are,
hanging in the balance.
Ever lasting rotations,
spinning endlessly.
Until the rotation breaks off,
and we hurdle into failure.
Falling off this endless chain,
our fates will be sealed.
I can hear that dead space calling,
waiting for a void to be filled.....
What a perfect size we are.....
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