False Senses
Reality is reproduced.
A facade masking the fear.
The fear of individualism.
The fear of freedom.
The fear of power.
Society is a fraud.
Feeds us lies.
Lies of the future.
Lies of the past.
Lies of the here and now
Decisions are just a charade.
They filter our actions.
They control our thoughts.
They weed into our homes.
They corrupt our children.
Time is an illusion.
A worm hole of thought.
A tornado of emotions.
A fusion of actions.
A fantasy of dreams.
Life is wrapped in a dream.
This false sense of reality.
Taunting the masses wishes.
Choosing what is real and fake.
Only to break the ones most fragile.
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