Swarms in the sky

Herds on the ground

Every monday morning

Pushing into the capitals of capitalism

No sound to be heard but the rolling of trolleys on the ground

Smiles like masks on their faces

Dark suits propelled by unexplained energy at 6 in the morning

High priests of Excel, shamans of .ppt!

Begin your mysterious work

And cloud the senses of your belivers!

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