Mess
Spaghetti brain locked
in a box drilled shut
surrounded by implanted thoughts
smothering potential to save worlds
souls are worn by graveled 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
Knowledge 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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