Black Pestilence - Artificial

As you sow, shall you reap Hear the cries of the people Gatekeepers, now null Art has lost its value And now they ask for more Contemptuous people Audacious with unrest Art is never ending Art is artificial When you mass produce Wavelengths that all Sound the same “What’s left?” I ask myself Pseudo coin from the people Cyber culture, kills the old Neoevolution And still they ask for more Opprobrious people Extremity, without end Over saturation