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A social engineering construct Generated by the elite few To ravage and forsake our world. The same few, Who would send your brothers and sons To die across seas In brutal massacres and meaningless battles Over invisible lines And ancient history. The puppet masters tug the strings And we dance. Addicted consumers Everyone is a trend setter… Begging for attention And validation As this world self implodes, We are all addicted to our own demise. And we scroll The toxic algorithms.
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Written by
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31 / M
Published
Sep 16, 2024
Lines·Words
21·81
Notes

We all die eventually

Remember

To live in the now.

Enjoy this moment

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#doom#scroll#life#death#addiction#rich#elite#scum#bags#toxic
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