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Deeper Than Life

This is a game of chess, Its way deeper than living, we all fighting for positions- cause we all have missions of escalating, Those false dreams implanted on us for our survival, Goals of reaching what we ought most desire, Destroying and sacrificing each other, To reach higher, Keys to the kingdom, Keys to freedom, God personified as a white man, Do you get it, You have to fight to be accepted, In other words you have to fight for your freedom, Designed by free men, Architected by Freemasons , Demolished by the people, This is deeper than life, This is earth's concept of living, Sitting back, at the back, Wondering if I suffer from autism or depression, Its all in my mind and if I believe in it- then I suffer from the greatest delusion, Cause those are all made up disorders to get you coming, I guess they lonely, and money fills the void of these people, are they people? Are we people or just some animals trapped in a circus, In this massive jungle Of messed up perceptions, To mental outbursts the side effect of too much brainwashing, lies on lies... The endless propaganda, Media is misunderstood, Black man too... I guess its how we are portrait on the tube, Poverty disguised as suffering, What an uneducated way to educate one to acquire, call it reverse psychology, The mental state we are in, Its a chess game of survival, The system portrayed as an order, But its a disease, a disorder of the mind, As we are required to play along in this madness, Its sadness to see what humans have become- and its just the beginning of an end, we pay to live so lets play until its game over, As that is the modern way of survival, Money, money and more money, Money is time, money talks, money grows Money is you: We are the products, The goods for the consumers to consume us- spiritually and psychologically... The Modern slaves: robotic is the proper term for this abomination of Man, We are Androids designed for destruction, manufactured to destroy our own home land, Programmed to hate one another... so we never merge and see the circuit in-which we are wired into.

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