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Anonymous

I know this guy
Whose identity is hidden
Even to me
For I only know him
As anonymous

He comes like an angel
Behaves like a devil
He kills a mother
He saves the child
I couldn’t call him a murderer
Yet he isn’t Christ

Look at him
Creating an insurgency
Which is beautifully waiting
To become an emergency slowly
He is everywhere like the wave
Though the wave is at his service

Look at him
Cultivating souls in his barn
Even death shows some respect
But he invites an entity into a splendid regret
Or maybe a splendid effect

He’s such a minute giant
Who stares us all in the face
So much that we worship him
We are proud to have him
While we are slaves to his command
What a legal criminal he is

He has taken over our minds,
Our state of imagination
I mean imaging nation,
Our country and the world
Is at his mercy
And mercilessly he shows mercy
Which destroys us beautifully

We know we should run away
But still, he’s our means of transportation
Can you see, we can’t live without him
As he takes the live we own
And he gives us his

I say
I know this guy
Whose identity is hidden
Even to me
For I only know him
As anonymous
Until I heard
He is called Technology

Why not share?
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