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democracy is just an illusion

the judging gatekeepers wear power like a veil it`s a drug that these junkies feed upon they feed and feed and say anything to get their fix as the masses believe and then adhere they play their games as the pawns are sacrificed so they can have their gain their democracy is just an illusion with every drop of blood they feed an hunger that will linger for eternity a game of follow the leader is at hand like a herd of sheep one another they follow into the slaughter room doom the judging gatekeepers let unity explode the divide grows and grows united we stand divide we fall a quote we all know a quote they want to destroy as they set the divide wheels in motion and the blind remains blind democracy is just an illusion you are free to do as you please the puppet master tells the puppet while he pulls its strings control out of the light a calm voice spins but if you listen closely his words fall like bricks and leads into a life of fear but time has passed the hourglass sand has ended the cage has surrounded the captured the dream becomes a nightmare inside the dark a lone zombie screams and realizes he`s been sleepwalking now...he`s awaken but when life is seen inside the black clouds where fire flames burn but leaves no physical scars ignorance is believed to be a power and delusions is the truth the mirage fogs reality democracy is just an illusion cloaked in all his misconception the deceiver hides the truth and then sells it as virtue poison he spits as he calls it the truth it becomes the narrative line and it is repeated over time until its soaked up sponge like it seeps and it seeps into the sleeping minds to their distorted truth to walk into their world I will not

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