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Mess


Spighetti brain locked

in a box drilled shut

surrounded by implanted thoughts

smothering pottential to save worlds

souls are worn by gravlled rock blocks

walking dead to be part of the flock that takes blind shots

instead of doing what the heart wants.

They tell us what we can and cant watch

portraying a world of hate when we are just trying to be saved

to media ratings we remain slaves and if we defeat

by other means they will achieve because

Knowlege is the key that thwarts the main stream

by giving the brain feed to destroy captivating memes 

Debt does to rule the domain where the key is hidden

so to be free is to also be imprisoned

and all I ever wanted was to escape this

Mess.

 

 

 

 

 

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