to change for way
it doesn't matter there are no choices
for the outcome is already decided
we're simply waiting for the result
for all creativity is stomped
by the heel.
which for mind
They control art is only deconstruction
the economy and family, it's only
about whom you know, than what is done
there is no room for the outside
it is crushed.
but to resist
it is hopeless for all others pretend
for such a surveillance system to live
which only desires control and growth
it sees not itself for if it did
it would shut off.
to pin it on
There is but a pin somebody else
for the corporate fronts which strangles
then for drugs and money launders
to make for a historyless,
society breaks.
and the rows
For endless parcels of codes and systems
they are but shells for existentialism
into the void of meaningless
then dissolves for from nowhere
to nowhere is naught
for nothingness.
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