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Jul 2020
I see you seeking consolation in your video consoles
digital moguls making profit from your wretched, con(ned) souls
they're selling lies to you, well packaged in that shiny box
you think they're keys while indeed they're just a bunch of locks
meant to entrap your precious souls thru' well devised distraction
these dudes are smart, tho' they're bent on man's own ill destruction
feed you illusions, just confuse you from the Truth then,
tighten that noose around your neck with each release man

I find it shocking how theyΒ Β bring down mighty Titans
with virtual lies that are disguised as Man's enlightenment
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KNOWER
Written by
KNOWER  Kenya
(Kenya)   
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