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from Requiem for the Hyperreal by SHIV-R



A virus borne of your mind
You spread and spit with your words
That lives wherever it hurts
A myth that doesn’t deserve
The pleasure and the pain
We feed it like carrion

Violate, suffocate
Whispers in your ear like a malediction
Vile hate, in your head
Religion is for peasants and politicians

A subroutine made alive
Unbound, no longer inert
A self-made god and a curse
A meme, sentient and malign
Spreading its wings like a flame
We’re in a web that we’ve woven

Another day another little fiction to believe
Another day another reason to stay down on your knees
This is not a statement


from Requiem for the Hyperreal, released September 29, 2017


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