A state of subjugation so infantile, yet so disruptive, could the layers of conspiracy go further in its existence? Purportedly, a state media ran through the filter of difference and excitement leveling its own demise for short term satisfaction to the overlords, controlling our every thought and idea to the very core. Is this state ran media a consequence of governmental control, supposedly through the use of democratic means, that theoretically can be shifted determinant on public perception? Partially, yet the media runs further than what we believe it to be. As our eyeballs are ripped out of their sockets to give monetary incentives to this industry, it concludes a multiplicity of ideation that exists on its own, and wrapped around to affect the very authors themselves. Entertainment, as we uphold it, levels a perspective relevant to a minority of beings, centralized in a very few cities, and then controlled by a smaller few individuals within the business sector, and
Let alive what won't
Miss the inner character
Without music, it left
Wearing the burden of life within the silk
Destruct the fortitude inside;
It had complete control
What was the truth?
Hints of agony buried in a rubbled chapel
With clarity, none of it could be restored
The ignorant truth lie ahead
Searching emptiness for matter
"Life without it is still worth living," they told
Harping the soul without worth
It left those to find it
Before, the sheets had masked it behind
Now, it's masked in front
Most lived without knowing
It had left a hole
The cause unbeknownst
Past times turbulent
Waves of guilt, beaches of distance
The tsunami of inhibition overtook
Frozen in a boiling ocean
Where was the lamb?
The question, unsound
A sudden flash of light down below
"The awakening of evil?"
The force of a thousand demons rescued
It was evil, it was calm
Fighting the thought of turmoil
The demons spoke
"We are you."
This poem is about the guilt of losing faith against the reasoning inside an atheist mind. Your thoughts never leave.
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