Doomed
The revelation
Comes with inconsigration
The melancholy woes
From the gospels of sewn
Into the weave it goes
Unbeknownst to heathen lives
The people will adapt to what heals
Even if its fame
Even if its fortune
There God forsaken in this church of old haze
But they say faith is blind to the maze
The maze of our digital escape
We all live in a digital terrain
Like objects on display
In a vertual haze
Wondering where did we go wrong
How is this what faith upholstered
How is this our revelation
How is this to be our doom
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