In a vast world so dense
Providing artificial decadence
Everything no longer makes sense
Except to those of acquired innocence
In a world that instructed most to think
And so blindly on syntaxes operate
All the words myself here link
Having them lose debate
By machines they are ruled
And mechanically so driven
Always superficially fuelled
Forgot all grace God-given
And when they are duelled
They realise a better driven
Such is the nature of my acquired skill
Say that the words they do not matter
But now it helps myself my mind to fill
Then all the knowledge cleverly gather
For thought is beautiful art
And everything meaningful
All moments since the start
No thing is completely dull
To those with childish heart
And of all creation mindful
In appearance a greatness of our Lord
Arranged in all the collections of word
Ignored by a colourless monkey hoard
Which all forgot how to be in the herd
Incapable in all art of know
They forgot that it is a verb
Believe that it’s all for show
They should reacquire herb
Cannot ever break my flow
One immortal monster birb
Always on the look-out
Decoding that very large fate
Knowing what eternity is all about
For tricky is right on time and not late
There is a large pack of inbred retards
Thinks this was written by some AI
Not realising me having cards
Saying ‘too smart to die’
My brain > Your Chatbot