The system is rigged
The system we made
Rigged itself naturally
Money has a way
Changes the weak
Changes the strong
Maneuvers them all
An assembly line
A group of slaves
A mass of turmoil
Repeating the same thing
Over and over
Until madness begins!

Then we must, beforehand,
Stave off the insanity
And change directions-

This was supposed to be the collective hell, according to our own belief system(s) with its head in the clouds, but I thought better of that than agony... It is freedom of which I speak. Be free or forfeit our collective truth for the lies they tell us...

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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