Short Techno-Requiem

Dynasty of false hope,

    Technology of abundance a requiem apology to history relived like the unconscious green over black screen text of the appalling matrix environment we destroyed... Like the face of the earth. How grievous the pacifist's wound went the world goes awry, we're more than a marvellous speck of simpleton dust in the magnificent nebula of star sent into spaces of the contagious universe that is... was and always will be hope... 

    Hope kept alive yet at bay...