Earth V2.0
Welcome to our second try,
Earth Version 2.0,
Here, mankind no longer has a will,
But knows just where to go.
#7. Dust
Blinding me. Cuts on my body. It's pitch back out. On a Sunday morning. Can't walk without tripping. I stumble back inside. Winds howling through the house. Dust piercing me. It's everywhere.
Computer Age by Tom May
Computer for the children
Computer for the home
Computer for the office
Computer for the clone. Computer credit rating
Computer sends the bill
Computer counts the voting
Computer works the till.
We Ruin Everything, Except Hope
Some where there is a place. With perfection around to my distaste. Soon enough this place was corrupted. Her perfect harmonies in nature destructed. So her people quarrelled and fled.