The torturous trappings of ribbed steel cages,
imposed on the brooding of youthful silent minds,
the masses sit umoved,
waiting to be entertained so hollowly...
Actors take the stage and bow down in submission,
catering to their "positive and concious" behaviors,
their thirstful egos...
They watch in apathetic majesty,
as upon that fraudulent glorified stage,
appears the king. Here is their heroic enslaver, arriving to preach down to his majority,
Idolizing, crying," Sweet savior from sadness, what burdensome truth you've lifted from my back!"
Little did they know the weight was lifted by lies, uttered so convincingly from his ersatz tongue, preparing to move yet again-
"Listen children," he shouted pridefully into the ears of soma infected psalm,"Give your minds to me, for I am all you have."
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