by Robert Paul Gass (aka Imagines Vinco)
People polluted with contaminants
Are tricked into gathering metallic shells,
Beneath radar of doctors seeking fence
Of medications sewn for fleshly hells.
Once encased beneath the helmet's control,
The threat of maximizing dreadful pain
Reigns black guards against removing the toll
Of weight gathering for government's reign.
With time the shell becomes further entwined
As technology increases access
For systems, allowing voice to skull bind
And debilitating shocks through abscess.
Once encased you must suffer with risk of death
To free your spirit from shackles under Beth.
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