You need this
You know you want that
Truth is
It's a load of crap.
Sold a dream
Given a nightmare
Consume this use that
Truth is it's a load of crap.
Grades of garbage that's a fact
The poorer you are the dirtier it gets.
Craft now rare
We can produce
Build in obsolescence
It's the golden goose
A most destructive gravy train, can it end, what if it stops, what happens if the wheels fall off?
Skills passed down are getting rare
From my limited perspective that's what I see
Now playing Russian roulette with technology
Now the crap is everywhere
Everyone can see
Can't touch It
Smell it
In
The air
Divide
And conquer
The strategy
A cunning plan
People divided algorithmic feed
Giving them all the crap they ever need
Set the base against the honourable
Heading for oppression
Caught in the trap of
Self obsession
What's the answer
I don't know
Idol worship
Aint the go
Have we been sold the most comfortable lie
Eat and drink
For tomorrow we die.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Well, thank you for proving superbly eloquent in describing the subtle reality lurking just in sight yet unseen whileas we trot toward the end of the end. "....this iniquity shall not be purged from you till ye die, saith the LORD God of hosts." (Is 22:14b) What I've been mulling is how to avoid that condemnation seeing I've a penchant for fun.
Excellently rendered with a truly haunting poignancy.
Thank you for sharing.
If I have learned anything, it\'s that our God is not a wowser!
Service is full of fun, and He has a superb sense of humour.
Having said that calls for weeping and mourning...
For his anger endureth but for a moment; and in his favour is life: Weeping may endure for the night, but joy cometh in the morning. x
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