I won’t deny that you’re up to something, neither good nor bad, just something; disinformation, conspiranoia, capitalist corporate punishment, an unresolved oedipal trauma… or a phobia.
Call it an allegation, but as you keep driving us into a sea of situations and negations (enslaved ones become adapted ones,) we can’t escape your control freak affection. Is this why you keep selling us moods and goods in a sea of instant gratifications?
Meanwhile, we dream of “plugging in,” making UFO connection; spinal chords merging with electrical outlets; a sort of mystical elation via sexual alienation. We’ve become an extrapolation of your precious demiurgic creation, for: “In this God We Trust.”
Come clean with your intentions, Post-Voidern nation. Your poets have nothing good to say about your continuous international subjugation. Under a starry flag of freedoms, you've kept us quiet and well-behaved as the masonic dollar/sentinel is watching over the enslaved.
Thing is, you can’t just erase the ever-changing tune of chaos. Betrayal will now be on the hands of a new archetypal invasion; and while there may be some green on the other side of the color spectrum, a beautiful joyous collapse will be irrefutably… unavoidable.
