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Rated: E · Poetry · Opinion · #2206514
The matrix that we all know, the machine, built to keep us all in line.
And the sun don’t always shine on the chosen ones
Because this life was never meant to be easy
Join the herd, milk your soul, in the rat run
For we’re grown and we’re taught to be greedy
Are your eyes square glaring at the white screens?
Do you gather all the supermarket tokens?
Don’t forget, grab and oil your resistance
You need proteins, you need routines and machines
Hush now, bleed dry, follow the notions
Haha! Your silence won’t be broken
Stand firm, don’t break, where’s the counsellor?
Don’t think, listen well, to the whisperer
For the sun don’t always shine on the chosen ones
And the bait will always offer an illusion
Hear the rain? It’s the tears, of the dying ones
For the years, that they gave disillusioned.
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