Evolution

Pumping information into the brain,
flashing images like acid rain,
truth and lies mixed into one,
our mind the TV, evolution has begun.

Interpreting it’s point of view,
processing the images through,
seeing the outside,
but blind to the inside,
Our eye’s the camera,
transformation almost done.

Letter’s and symbols, and the faded voice you hear,
Buttons are the lips that sends the message to the ears,
Communication from afar,
the listener you never saw,
the ears and voice the cell phone, evolution has won.

In the center it runs it all,
the massive machine, so very small,
the massive pumping machine,
that runs the body, our heart the microchip,
Evolution can not be un done.

Our body so cold, and mindless.
Manufactured by our evil ways,
our kind can not pray, for better days,
For we our the our own creation, the machine.