24 hours feeding crap. There's another carnage displayed on the news. Bloody sensations, cruel indeed. Millions stick to their screens to catch a view. The better the more one bleeds. In need for a master, the guide of the guides, The screen will tell us how to survive. Prayers to the altar of frames. 24/7 without a break. Minds shaded by a never ending rerun. Beyond intellectual evaluation. Reduced to a lifeless hull. Prayers to their evil installations. Families interchanges, Talk shows to keep the brains in check, Documentary soaps, wrecking of all eloquence. Trapped in shallow consciousness, forever and a day. A new star born out of a casting will blow all concerns away. Prayers to the altar of frames, 24 hours feeding waste. 24 frames the eyes can take. 24/7 withput a break.