Rigid sick with endlessness,
Hexed by moment slow,
Find me in blind election;
Dissecting my own show.
Props I never purchased
Spill onto center stage;
Actors I don't recognize
Mime familial rage.
Curtains rise to sobbing,
And fall to rave reviews.
This tired masturbation
Fills all the only pew.
I've been inside this empire
Since I was pulled awake.
The magic weight of people
A potent portent make.
Go back and change the passion,
Take a right before the war,
Don't have those poisoned children,
Sentience a whore.
To be captured is a curse.
Don't sway to cloying smell.
Anathemas a flavor.
Imprecation a tell.
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'Actors I don't recognize
Mime familial rage.
Curtains rise to sobbing,
And fall to rave reviews.'
'The magic weight of people
A potent portent make.
Go back and change the passion,
Take a right before the war,
Don't have those poisoned children,
Sentience a whore.'
Brilliant!
yup those blinkered sheep of society's majority
willingly surrendering, once again
to the now twisted reality
of politically hijacked Scientific and Liberalist mentality's
poisonously: media addled, into zealotry fields
of victimhood worshipping woketivist activism
as a prelude, initial - first wave
of strategically polarising cultural divisiveness
to that aesthetically repackaged Marxist socialism
with its inevitable promise of mass genocide, hypocrisy...
just so blatant, so pathetic and so, so demoralising
to watch everyone, simply accept it
as it actualises into a tangible reality, gradually - daily
hiding behind nihilism's cyclical nature
of self-serving stubborn ignorance
convincing those plagued with idiocy mentality's
to 'burn it all down' like those forgotten sands
of once indestructible empires...
imagine, how the sun must be so - bored, of watching
our generational re-showing: of self-sabotaging prowess...
(such a timely and Brilliant write, dear Poet
and thank you for inspiring my little scribbled reply)
I am glad you made this yours. Always love seeing you in the comments, Mek.
: )
Let the words flow.
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