Internet.

Irreversible copies that cannot be explained
made by the deranged cloning of a mad-genius.
Damned if there's a way
to access the misplaced island.
Understand this and this alone,
Bones salt the earth with innumerable waste
A recipe that is add to taste
A bland dish at best
covered in bear mace.
All the skulls are the same
Forensic tests blame faulty equipment,
But true-believers know
Out of one seed many plants will grow.
Looks will only get you as far as the burning sun,
which melts faces and destroys everyone,
Giving life from afar
Taking it away
when you see it's scars.
Stars have no prejudice
and cannot be bribed,
But nothing to worry about
If your gears spin right on the inside.
Pride, a fools errand ran by a man playing god,
Igniting existence flipping switches and knobs,
Making everyone the same is a tough job.