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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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