An uncovered guise.
Our; downfall is by design.

With, clipped pinions. We are told to soar.
Without, the correct equipment.

Gritty, winged-kerchiefs are, now, only used,
to make; crashing deserts of long,
suffered eyes.

Our, flightless; bracketed letters,
autarky and prospects, are;
grounded, plucked and taken away.

By egocentric, corrupt; butterfly-catchers.

Conglomerates, politicians, monarchies,
police, pharmaceuticals, media companies,
and ****-anthropists. Masquerade,
as caterpillars, from ruddered heights.

Butterfly-catchers, in caterpillar costumes,
that constantly; covet, steal, and touch,
our; colourful, patterned aesthetics.

Without, any consent, or, otherwise.

Unmoved, they subject our, sincere, candid,
consciousness, to their; captivating nets.

Nets of; iniquitous,
crooked hallucinations.
Lined and constructed, with;
utter lies.

Consequently, we have become,
an apathetic collection, of; curtailed,
blinkered, cocooned, restricted...

...(b)utter(f)lies.
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