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
There he stands His eyes bellowing a sparkle of hope The end of a tunnel once came Wanting the pain to end. Progress led him to believe his life finished. He approached the pale man with a pen and paper The parchment wet and ink faded The pale man read his article seemingly interested The man's last words before death. His name Platt Platt read aloud the moment's last breath There the pale man lay while listening His wanting to be with his wife His children lay low Unknowing if they know But before he could finish The pale man frayed his heart Platt in dismay by the destruction Where he go his love unknown The last words he spoke to his beloved: " I live for you my dear I live for our children I live for freedom I live to be alive I know not what it is you are doing I can only imagine This is the last you will ever hear of me The last glimmering hope to you once more I wish this to be meaningful, Hope drives us to believe in the most fantastical things I can only dream of