Dystopian Distraction...

Entering a world of the forgotten abyss,
Knowledge of history, re-written to this,
This?
Materialism is the religion for people,
Technology is the ruler to the victim,
Losing connection from the earth at a rapid pace,
The trajectory is alarming,
We're following a designed human race.
Geo-engineering is becoming tears from nature's mother,
Are humanity trying to fix what has been destroyed?
Cultures from ancestors forgotten by sister and brother,
A species of distorted reality believing in the humanoid.
To the elites we're the device,
We're the user and the algorithm,
Will the sheep become the wolf?
They're the abuser and we're in their prison.
How often do we actually feel instead of project,
Project our emotions onto others,
Project hate onto the romantic lovers,
Time withering away, all the while a dystopian distraction,
The world it covers.
Less projection and more connection,
The earth needs less toxic injection and more of a frequency vibration,
If you can't see a good world for our children, then we need to change into a different civilisation.
If we're blind from the beginning we're blind to who we are,
Until we stop pretending that some things in life do and don't exist,
How are we going to realise the destruction that we have caused?
Another new phone,
More new clothes,
Dressed as digital ghosts!
50 percent off,
Another vaccine cough,
When does it stop!
Selling our souls,
Money is the goal,
Killed by drones!
Where humanity failed, they shall wear death like a shadow from a dimmed sun,
Where humanity failed, the machine of a Dystopian superstructure has won,
Where babies screamed and cried, tears showered down to the dying,
Where people's promises failed, the echoes of their demise was denying.
Denying that of reality,
Denying that of acceptance,
Denying that a change was needed,
Even though the innocent pleaded!
There I am,
With a feeling in the pit of my stomach,
Fear,
Scared of the sound of nothingness,
Silence in my thoughts as a stand here,
My mind wandering the atrocities that became the footsteps of our history.
And so...
There I am,
Flesh to the evil that walk among us.

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