The Black Widow's Web.

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There's an Evil seed,
With A Global Greed,
A Seed to become A tree,
With A Billion Roots Deep,
With A Billion Fruits,
Everyone can seek.
With Green Leaves,
Each like clouds,
Shades everyone's heads
Brains, to toes.

Hiding The Truth,
Making Friends Foes,
Another Matrix?
None can fix this mess,
Every Blink of eyes,
Witnesses A social change
has occurred,
And can't be cured.

A Telescreen.
A Telephone,
Hear The Sirens,
Send an SMS,
And receive A global Change,
A Hi-Tech Village.
In a Modern Deceiving Age.

I can't go further,
Beyond your Imagination,
Don't Turn Off Your Brain,
And Let Yourself free
In This flow...Of Globalization.
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Political Status: Underground
Psychological Status: Patient, darknened.

Note: Written for Globalization, and the slow untouchable social changes occurring daily.

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