If we bring ourselves to make extinct the physical nAnd replace it with a series of numbers assigned to switch on and offnWe will soon learn how easy and masochistic neverything will fall just as the Roman Empire once did. nnBindings hold history and words once said. nTo allow such things to wither and fade nwill allow gullible minds to repeat previous mistakes nnWhat would you do if they dropped the bomb eliminating electronics?nAll your files all your music all your photos and unreal memories. nGone.nnIf we allow our people to replace the living with the undead nWe will fail as a species and sink in the ground. nnnGuilt creeps up the hair non my lower neck I tremble nwith illusions of speechless acts nof violencennHave I been out for days nmaybe weeks this timennI mustard the motion to bring me nto a fight positionnhorrified agoraphobia spreads quickly through my bonesnthe clatter of them alerts my senses nnNomad nWanderingntakes its place in line.nLately the swallows have been unconcealed asphyxiated by the waternthere is no substantial evidence of adulteration nnor cause to jump the gun of fowl playnits simply stated the life was extracted by fear of the endnnI have no great burden I carry with myselfnexcept for these patterns which form regretnI will never participate in a great warnnor feel what it takes to hunt to survive