Programs are all getting triggered
There are so many buttons to press
It’s so sensitive and goes off on its own
All you have to do is slightly wave.
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A black mirror on its body
Lasers sharp continue searching
It cannot see the beholder
Sensors are to keep on marching
The lines are doubled around
Somewhere you hear laughing
Sensors making the rounds
Pretending to be aligning
Machine doesn’t really know all
Intuition is a skill to stay rising
Connection that is raw to source
Views suddenly materializing
Seeing through every door
Possibility keeps on calling
The matrix is filled with codes
The scene can be enlightening
Followers don’t know where to go
Like the sheep that require guiding
Children wearing blindfolds
Their imagination is declining
Virus gets in and breaks the code
Hacking and revolutionizing
The sun is there observing it all
Even through the mirror on its body
An arrow to the young and old
A message far from lightly
Some to answer the call
The rest to remain a battery.
Raven Archer
RAVEN ARCHER 