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TV screens are blazing, psychotronic wars are on fire, you ca
n’t escape from it in bed
early in the morning and on a bright day,
megapixels, gigabytes are
pursuing us by type and where
you can’t run away from them, megahertz and here and there
the technosphere surrounds us, but
electronic miracles are a hyper breakthrough
inferno they heavenly heavens the
heart thirsts for spiritual manna
about which the century has threatened all progress and
inhumane if man perishes in us
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