Prime
Dead thoughts
Rotting flesh
Create living cages
creatures paraded on stages
Go to church, pay bills, working; a living fraud
Self-awareness begets Self-deceit a reflection
A mirror unfairness - mirror of defeat
The human condition kills
Historical shame
Worn out name
Myself.
To Maraud.
Go head for the hills
plethora of opponents
endless bombardment infinite myriad
Propaganda - now buying the ******** leaders sell
Just another component in the universal machine called god
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