Gauging Our Fate

A revolt of the soul/ When once the entrails of birds were inspected/ Now it is to various websites we are directed/ To figure out what is expected/ While the present is neglected/ We used to seek angels in the cloud/ Now we hear pitched aloud that data is stored there/ Guess the cherubs left them barren/ A techie wouldn't bother to check- he'd consider it a fool's errand.