TroposFear

Hold your footing on terra firma's savagery
lest you fall amidst the weak
Aggorophobic quakings tremoring the nerves again
the rattle is a poison, the unthreading of the fabric of the self
6 Billion drones marching, shaking the Sphere, closing to a point
Divisions of conscious and unconscious objectives, the primary drives
Can you feel the quake?
Kill or be killed, them or us, you or me...
The question set on heavy repetition skipping like a faulty needle on vinyl...
Hold your footing lest you fall apart, no adhesive shall stand against such numbers.
This is MyTopia, Journey along its perimeter, tresspass at your peril
Enter this proximity ye who seek embracement for I shall hold thee in ballistic arms.

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