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Matrix

Rain streaking windows.
Streaking soulless eyes.
Everything dull.
Gray flowers die.
Under cars and feet.
Pop culture takes on new meaning.
Defining life and death.
Until we become nothing more than numbers.
Wasting our priceless lives only to be replaced.
By an even more opinion-less generation.

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Written June 1st, 2004

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  • Petroushka
    February 17, 2006
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    YOu have made a valid point here and you put it passionatly. I do see soulless eyes. Is the next generation really lacking opinions or are they just angry much of the time?

  • pozo
    July 2, 2004
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    Wow- this is a wonderful poem, it really made me think about how the world is becoming a place of pop culture corruption. Well done