Misrepresent the pure, dig such
Abyss, where profitable lies, make
Steady purpose, miss; thus; our
Kaleidoscope, sickens what is certain,
Stating that our fate; is to weave our final curtain!
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part of the modern era's morally reprehensible norm, is the relentless "art" of masking everything to befit, a bland, poisonous and erroneous popular opinion or method of operation, deployed by those who are so "habitually" in control. Either it be someone masking a dire situation, misusing pride, in order to maintain a strong "gender stereotype", for fear of receiving comments, from the unthinking advert of abortions called trolls, but yet they remain crying inside, to the over-pixelation and over-censorship of content for the "benefit" and "protection" of the young, or to folk with too good, "naive" a nature, facilitating a biased, unimaginative and unsatisfying curriculum for schools, and to prolong the blatant toxic control of governments over their "sheepish" people. Also, the overuse of weird, looking and mostly, wildly inaccurate artificial intelligence, to mask any organic endeavours, and the masses calling it "perfectly normal" for such a dire "technicoloured busy day!" Get's me to ask the obvious elephant in the room questions, what is real anymore? Are these lies all we can offer now? Can we get any worse as a species? With this I give you this acrostic poem, MASKS, that again, acts a somewhat intricate, woeful report card of where we are as a species, in our evolution. The bars in the banner picture represent, that we are all living in some sort of prison, because of the controlling masks, that besmirches the truth, that are now so easily made in such a sickening era, that makes death a holiday to look forward to! Additionally, the first letter of each line is in red, to signify the danger of these masks, that have replaced honesty with, dishonesty, or an actual truth, with a convenient truth! I hope that you take something from this little acrostic, how many more times do I have to say, please, please, let's make this thing called life work properly, and as always, please do stay safe in the madness everyone!
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