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In silence, we watch shadows pass. They shape our thoughts and feed the farce. Moulding lives to fit the lies that see us strive, conform and die. And scared of what we do not know, we do not move or seek to go. But idle in their well-known forms. Find safety in such practised norms. There is no need to speculate; the shadows teach us fear and hate. Breed small world views and selfish thoughts. Dispense with troubling shoulds and oughts. It matters not what's right or wrong, so long as we all nod along. Accept those preached invented truths, and justify each new abuse. While newborn Gods, those few rich men, close liberty's gate and lock the pen. Embrace what once seemed quite absurd; they are the path, we are the herd. In barless cages, with blinkered eyes, bearing witness to corpocracy’s rise. The missing light upon that wall ...an absence which now stains us all.
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