Poem -

Gauntlet

Gauntlet

Gauntlet.Ā 
From
birth to
death.
The gauntletĀ 
run.
Staying alive,
ancient
course
once
laid out.
Running
the gauntlet.
From
physicalĀ 
to mental
obstaclesĀ 
evolved.
SurvivalĀ 
of theĀ 
fittest,
once
obstaclesĀ 
defined.
Inundation.
Modernities
curse.
Inundation,Ā 
smothered.
SmotheredĀ 
in information,
runningĀ 
harder to
keep up.
Never,
Ā ending
free flowingĀ 
information.
Flooding,
smotheringĀ 
the mind,
crushing
the soul.
FlowĀ 
accelerating
denser,
continuously
denser,
the gauntlet’s
state now!
Runaway
train the
course
has laid
out.
Look
into their
eyes,
humanity
losing
its mind,
its soul.
Flying
off theĀ 
rails
civilizationĀ 
soonĀ 
will be.
Best
turn off
the machines,
while
you still
can.
Ā 

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Marion

Shooting myself right now John...šŸ˜†šŸ˜ƒ
absolute truth in this...enjoyed x

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author
John Prophet

Don’t shoot. Just back away from the machine. 🄸

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author
Tony Taylor

Me Too!!.....gonna take the easy way and jump off of a building!! (smiles)......some excellent phrasing and thoughts running throughout this piece my friend!!.......Bravo!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xoĀ  : )

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Greg Etsell

i love to watch thatĀ 
Tony lol lol we willĀ 
sell tickets and sellĀ 
peanuts andĀ  popcorn
should be big trun out
olny kiding Tony lol lol

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Jill Tait

Pml@Greg 🤣🤣🤣

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Jill Tait

Teehee partner 🤣🤣🤣

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John Prophet

šŸ¢ šŸŖ‚ safer way... šŸ˜€ Thank you for readingĀ 

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author
Jill Tait

Pull that trigger.....BANG!!! šŸ’™šŸ’•šŸ’™

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Jill Tait

Teeheee šŸ¤£šŸ’™šŸ’•šŸ’™

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