Crisis

Years and years passed by
Domitation of human race
In a binary world lay our existence
No more life, only blurred existence
Uutterly paradoxical
Years and years of tireless study
We had explaination to everything
We were at the height

Life and existence completely dissected
Like bodies in an autopsy table
No more secrets, no more mistery
Great ability to predict the human race
Our ability to forecast
Was right and accurate
We were a small step from paradise
At least it should be like

Manipulation
Disillusion
Alienation
To much confusion