Regain autonomy.
This is a thrall economy.
Wake up and wait for,
them to call on me.
Non autonomy,
integrated into all of me
Subject/captive.
Not just me but the masses.
Put on your guises,
slip into subconscious,
find a backroom,
to build your own mindset.
They manipulate.
Placate, appease and pacify.
Stop us from felling angry.
Keep us feeding on their lies.
They're onto me.
And my lessened passive state.
They'll come to manipulate.
They'll come to re-hook my chains.
I've regained autonomy,
in my own minds eye.
They won't have a moment to rectify,
the damage they've done.
I'll be gone.
Already morphed into,
myself, the person I'll become.
Regain your autonomy.
Don't let the devil,
make you do his work.
Free of the worlds ambitions,
let your spirits' ambition
roam the earth.
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- Published: May 31st, 2025 08:48
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