How does it feel to know that your life is policy,
A propagated fallacy, projected on every medium?

How does it feel to know that your number is plummeting, as the population control's vision comes true?

How does it feel to know that what they research in their diploma shops, are just ways to manipulate and tame you, to make you the ultimate consumer?

Is it a community you seek, a fraternity, a brotherhood, a family, a sense of a common purpose, or a shared pain,
things you've lost in your individuality?

Or is it the tyranny of self, to live in Gomorrah, under the rubble, to classify your hatred towards yourself?

Or is it the preservation of resentment, that you think some hold for you,
to make believe you're the enemy,
to play the siege mentality?

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