They are walking all along in the straight line,
Controlled and manipulated in the illusion,
Wandering in the self created hope of glory,
Creating a cubicle of even aspirations,
Breathing the simulated
air of slavery,
Eating the synthetic flesh of rottenness,
Ravishing in the glitter of jarred lights,
Weaving the strains
of jaded lives,
The lives have turned grey and muted…
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