Prisoner of the Matrix Loaded

Prisoner of the Matrix loaded Prisoner of the matrix loaded Cattle within the herd cages within the slaughter Profiteers prey upon the wounded Branded comodified beings consumed In consumption Led to the plunder of themselves Within the plotted grids of bondaged earth Still between the ranting cheers On the verge of winters coming Man made structures of our makings Chemical worlds implode upon themselves Shadowed light distorted With the DNA rekindled Of the place we are found today Cameras follow in the distance In the cold mechanical establishment Within the ministry of fears Passive apathy of its loathing Within the banality of our times We become our own police And become the servants of its master Do its masters bidding without its knowing Loss of self within the crowd Alone within its distractions Censored from their thinking beings To express what’s needed Established laws to rule the herds Silenced voices amidst the waving grass Gate keepers limit access to Those denied to speak Like foot prints upon the open mind Moving toward the light we seek Elders of the red skies clouded Still they dream of pastures plenty Caretakers and protectors of the land Spirit walkers of mother earth Witness to age were under Ubiquitous standardized markets Manufactured all the same Conveyer belted tasteless products Mechanized world all but dead In Orwellian times today Categorized labeled and distracted Controlled within the mind itself Isolated alienation from the nature of ourselves Institutions of their orders That mold the way we are Reinforce and established rules they use With the power of its authority one day Shall come to rest Within the machinery between the shadows on the walls With in the world we tread Beyond the facades of constructed systems Beyond the status quos Which validates its own existence Empires expanded till they fall Jails so filled which become our homes Lands so plundered Till all but bare In the guises of doing good Endless wars where wealth is made Where church and state are one Randian worlds of the abyss Compulsive obsessions within its greed To plunder all that bleeds Through the status quo’s of its normality Obeying laws with hands held high Where cold steel of bullets fly Amidst the children in the streets Walk with me oh my brother Heads held high and knees not bent For which the calls of freedoms coming Within the everywhere of nowhere With all things one and no divisions Within the center of its core in the seeds that become the trees where reality is one in the non-doing of its doings transcends the emptiness within its fullness cries from the abyss that no one hears with all its lies distilled fractured men in fractured lands sleep of the machine wakes to greet the urban sun shinning cities from afar gloss over what lies within amidst the streets at shadows edge homeless by the score migrant slaves that do its bid prisoners of the matrix loaded six of one before its other in the village of nowhere standing stands a man upon its shores outstretched arms within its reaching’s tries to climb beyond its gates and escape for freedoms sake declares his mantra for its calling a freeman not a number he will make no deals his life his own not be pushed or be filed stamped indexed or be numbered numbered six he seeks the one which he finds is he himself the enemy deep within conflict between the individual of its collective amidst the social constructs that we build ourselves conformity within normality its own instructions of mass destructions within the mass extinctions of our day standing still we feel alone amidst the urban deserts of decay authority of intimidations Institutions of dehumizations within the inquisition of the mind mass distraction rituals of the daily grind mass consumption of entertainment fill our brains beyond the rapture of its pain beyond the myths of their creations within the prisons though pawns within their game break the chains is destined within the dignity of resistance Socratic dreams of realization critical minds extending calls forth in its freedoms coming within the matrix waking from its sleeping dream knowing what is true and real to feel the pulse of living being unplugged outside of its inside between the knowing and its walking where hearts and mind embrace as one