Young, before the machine, waiting, my thumbs twiddle, I look at the screen, this was not my intention, this was what you laid before me, the time I arrived on earth, you were busy with technology, maybe the timing was wrong, the earth is under pressure, and so many are in stress mode, addiction is rising, did I come too soon, just waiting. All my friends see angels about, is this the sign for the great change, maybe we children haven’t ingested all your habits yet, just waiting.

Solomon sighed, the woes of a child, some are just waiting.

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