Genetopia

Deep in the darkness, cloaked by the mist is a place of untold truth,
a place steeped in mystery a magical paradise of illusions, where everything has a twist.
I have had visions of this world, in dazed out dreams, I look at my insight as a metaphor of unsolved conclusions, with mirrors that reflect the past, and capture the human soul. A dark transition, where reality is out of control.

They breed there, in the shadows away from praying eyes, amongst the prime evil forests of carnage and chaos. Where the green eyed wolf howls at the silver moon. And a new age child cries. The animal instincts of a modern society has become an abstract philosophy, where humanity has adapted to a new urbanised civilization.


In an environment of misery and evolution, the planet as we know it today has changed so much, I can see things physically reshaping, as individual people lose touch. Genetic alteration is the means to an end, a way of preserving the future of the human species. In the on-set of an epidemic or viral infection; D.N.A sequenced coded clones are breed for protection.


Deep in the darkness, there lays a secret place, hidden from view, deep in my sub conscious mind, cloaked by memories of a time long since past. In my dreams, I see a world, surreal it may be, but could just as well be real. A changed world full of peace, a genetic utopia, that is the world as we know it changed for the good of human kind, re named Genetopia.



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