food for thought

just because the flesh is white

doesn't mean its new

it was once an animal

pinned and jailed just like you

 

and that you feel happy and sad

jailed in your mind

the bite you take

you eat it inside you

 

spices and corn syrup

colors and preservative

a dead you eat

with drug created for you

 

a life you live

to think is your own

a slave you are

rats eat the paper money made only for you

 

they don't sleep

they don't eat

they work to keep

the system just for you

 

they are computers

no longer human can trust

when your team is also the slave

feeding the demon life from you

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