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Those stars you see are dead Only blackness there instead Sights that enlight hearts and heads Are finite delights we misread And those TV shows and media spiel They're real profits for fake ideals Our lives are dull, at worst ordeals And to appeal to the way humans can feel Cuts the thickest, if slickest, business deal So we divide ourselves into groups and sides Find the one that best describes what's 'inside' Who we are is defined by who we stand beside With as much control of the pride or snide chides implied As we have over landslides or mountainsides or the tides In the age of the original, the individual We shun the biblical, the ritual, the miracle And turn to the visual, A new kind of digital Fictional Where the miserable are invisible The political are cynical The habitual criminals reciprocal And the principles hypocritical Those stars you see are dead That's what the phycisist said Even sky has us misled When the truth that's spreaded is dreaded The truth we bred is embedded The easily read are easily led
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
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Those stars you see are dead Only blackness there instead Sights that enlight hearts and heads Are finite delights we misread And those TV shows and media spiel They're real profits for fake ideals Our lives are dull, at worst ordeals And to appeal to the way humans can feel Cuts the thickest, if slickest, business deal So we divide ourselves into groups and sides Find the one that best describes what's 'inside' Who we are is defined by who we stand beside With as much control of the pride or snide chides implied As we have over landslides or mountainsides or the tides In the age of the original, the individual We shun the biblical, the ritual, the miracle And turn to the visual, A new kind of digital Fictional Where the miserable are invisible The political are cynical The habitual criminals reciprocal And the principles hypocritical Those stars you see are dead That's what the phycisist said Even sky has us misled When the truth that's spreaded is dreaded The truth we bred is embedded The easily read are easily led
poppy-perry
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 7:23 PM UTC
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