Nothing is said

What are you man?
I do not know.
All I know is that I am no different from you
Or anyone else.
Except.

I’m just another bait in the sea-sim.
Eternally floating like I’m in a dim nightmare.
Deceived through televised faith, sixty inch size,
insane refresh rate.
There are so many keis it’s ok.
Great.
Surely one day I’ll win.
Just spinning the machine of woken dreams,
and unconscious realities.
Broken down spirituality.
Got to fear the hate.

Courageous historical royalties,
in shiny books of logical tyranny.
Illogically written, it’s more like villainy.
Their felony is apparently chivalry.
Celebrated like angelic tokens.
The level of stupidity has broken our thought.
We left vanity for evangelic symbols,
left our processing to microchips.
Now we’re protesting for better netflix clips.

The irony man, why are we even bothering betting
for the better odds teams.
Don’t these tings seem odd to you… like, how hard is it really
to make up a result?
How shiny these modern day gladiators,
The cult.
Got us blinded by their nuclear light,
we’re all growing a glowing spine.

Buying all the gear that appear out of fear it’ll disappear out the atmosphere and you wont have a chance to get this sphere until,
at least the next astronomical year.
It’s all so unclear its comical, neuroanatomical, epidemiological… Stop.

Distant ancient aviators, borrowing our summer wine.
Ideologically our creators, it is clear but you are too conditioned to even think about fighting.
Safe in your vault.
You didn’t even realize the need, it’s not your fault.
You never took your eyes off the flat screen, see your daily dose of the opinions-stream.
The hazy hypnotic lightbeam.

Just go to sleep, you’re already stuck in the dreams they’ve put inside your rotten braincream.
Don’t trust your luck it’s not out there, it is all within.
And being fortunate has nothing to do with anything.
You’ll see what I mean, in a while.

It is about how you perceive the input received by your sockets.
Then the output, after you run.
You make the difference, however you compile it.
Read it again.
Investigate your sources.
What forces paid for the print.
There is always a hint of greed.
Nothing is said without someone’s benefit.

~Lmrd