Where,
be this human,
experience?
For,
I've yet to find such.
Yet,
to be tethered deeply,
to existence I deem real.
Yet,
to be tethered to,
actuality.
Tethered not,
to the simplicity of how a few,
feel.
For,
be humans,
only beings of earth.
Beings,
forever one.
Forever,
the same.
Be there,
nothing stating such,
within this useless,
capitalistic frame.
For,
within such,
humans are merely,
slaves.
Hard,
to fathom such.
To,
comprehend the absence,
of mind.
To,
comprehend these beings.
These,
civil savages,
shall continue killing.
Shall,
continue deeming themselves,
the only beings,
truly alive.
For,
such sees no other,
eye.
Sees,
no other being.
Such,
sees only wants.
Sees,
such converted into,
needs.
Reason,
why you die,
for a yacht.
A,
house.
A,
watch.
Reason,
why you die,
whilst they,
vacation.
Whilst,
the wholeness of their existence,
is extended playing.
Reason,
why one shall,
cease moving,
for these soulless,
nations...
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