The Lie (Poem)

Retelling the same story
Getting picked off one by one

We don’t know how to talk to each other
Better at hating than showing up

The disease that we call addiction
is more cunning than can be discerned

It doesn’t start when we dance with the devil
Or live a lifestyle of chasing dirt

Where did the dirt come from?
Who taught the devil how to dance?

If The People have been corrupted
They didn’t yield by happenstance

The truth is so baffling
So deceptive and insideous
So manipulative and progressive
So relentless and obscene

The truth is so simple
That very few can truly see

A world bewitched by confusion
is based on a The Lie that we call
‘The System’

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