The Modern Creation or My Last Goodbye.

It could be said,

that I am dead.

I could be lazy.

I could be crazy.

 

Fell on my face,

fell through space.

Shut down ,

turn around.

Face the truth.

Face the lies.

 

Believe in the last

goodbye.

 

Ones and zeros

my

Alpha and Omega

replicate..

 

 

What’s going on?

Caught in the cataclysmic

 sonic, static.

 

Put my trust in the modern creation

 as I thrust!

My hard evolution

 into the virtual state

 and commence the

 replication

 of eternity.

Can’t believe in me.

Can’t touch self

in a collective

mind

I

Find

the syntax of hard facts.

 

We fight

in what we perceive.

We right

the wrong and leave.

The black hole

will swallow

us whole.

 

And cry we will

        die we will.

 

Complacency

a discrepancy

of equations.

 

When 1+2 doesn’t add up

what will we do?

Author's Note

Do what you do best and you will live forever.

Reviews

[Kaylor Mason]

When 1+2 doesn't add up right . . . oh, screw math

[eatmills]

There is an algebraic equation out there that proves 2+2=5 it does however, not only breaks but also follows the math rules for algebra.

[Kaylor Mason]

well . . . you'll have that

[David Lewis Paget]

Create a new math, obviously, where 1 + 2 = 4. I don't think we're that far off.

[eatmills]

Math is a highly subjective science.