Matrix and Freedom's Feather
What is this strange place we find ourselves in
Trapped in the open, we are free within
Unbounded and free, despite chains on our necks
Seeing virtual shadows that we all vex
Listen to the sweet call like Neo once did
Who saw that the Architect is the id
Listen to the dove despite what it may seem
The dove outside this maze is not a dream
This iron caged world is a dream that we run
The dove’s feather is within everyone
A blood red pill, truth without dilation
A grand transition and transformation
The fissure of what is, and who will win
Within this strange place we find ourselves in
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