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Sep 16
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.
We all die eventually
Remember
To live in the now.
Enjoy this moment
Written by
James Cushman  31/M
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