the veils of the world
obscure us in space
as reality swirls
the truth hides its face
the news says it's time
so it gathers as winds
free speech is a crime
we welcomed all of this in
from the storm on an eve
cattle sated and fat
we'll consume all belief
we'll eat this, we'll eat that
and flying fair in a dream
at impossible heights
we're transcending the seams
and the pale putrid blight
the one can still transcend
by sheer weight of will
the focus spirit sends
to rise before we fall ill
weighing down on ideal
Atlas bearing the weight
the task before us is real
excel before it's too late
now passion and purpose are veiled
linear paths unto more
while our ancestors once wailed
against such oppressive doors
what was the logical point
if there's any at all
if not to fully disjoint
the herd before the fall
the one is absently marked
truant to mean and all its needs
prodigiously unremarked
amid channels the system feeds
unto unavoidable unbecoming
unto this fated dross
unto sickening and soulful numbing
amid such collectivist loss
as if they even care
to acknowledge the day
the cold distant stare
connection slipping
away
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