Syllable 64

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Pull the duvet over your head
Laugh as the Wired takes the dead
Obey the God that ghosts have fed
Discard the flesh that drips with lead
Suppress the fears that must be shed
Forget the thought of death in bed
And heed the voice that softly said
Why won't you come connect instead?

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by melange
melange@nervhq.org
connect.to/digitalangel