We worship a new god,
a material spiritualism,
carried in our pockets and purses.

Virtual memories
replace the once vibrant
imagination landscapes,
as we build
our digital doppelgängers,
creating a shadow
of our current cognition.

A meta reality,
ripe for a parasitic pilfer
by a Mephistophelian monster.

Drawn into the machine,
we are dulled and blunted,
corralled and punted,
pacified in preparation
for an integrated slaughter.

Shackled...