When someone has so much, there
is no satisfaction. Inside it grows
cancer like, extending to every particle of their
being. No longer do the words create magic.
It is long defiled by the poison. The
poison that affects us all.
Does Ash know? Can he see what has happened? No,
he cannot. He is but part of the machine. Churned
out at monthly intervals. Churned out to those whose
vision is square. Churned out to fill the poket.
No longer the Poket monster
is no satisfaction. Inside it grows
cancer like, extending to every particle of their
being. No longer do the words create magic.
It is long defiled by the poison. The
poison that affects us all.
Does Ash know? Can he see what has happened? No,
he cannot. He is but part of the machine. Churned
out at monthly intervals. Churned out to those whose
vision is square. Churned out to fill the poket.
No longer the Poket monster
