Quick editing of video images, flash across the spiritual mind,
In patterns of light on a darker canvas; moving; hypnotizing;
Casting a spell no warlock can unleash; programmable sorcery;
Piercing into the minds of the impressionable, for a day appointed, to
beckon;
To call into service, if not for any purpose, other than suicide.
Subliminal imagery, painted in the back of the mind's eye,
As it was programmed to do; as it was intended; as was the purpose
By the dark master programmer of our souls; button pusher.
For some, the messages of desensitization take hold; planted deep
In the recesses of their soul; others grip themselves - and twitch.
The End
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