Am I,
a slave today?
Shall,
I be a slave,
tomorrow?
I wonder,
for,
time seems endless.
Yet,
within this system,
I seem to have lost,
such.
As if,
such has been,
torn from my very soul.
As if,
within such,
I shall never be whole.
Oh,
to know not,
oneself.
To have not,
time within,
the simplicity of stillness.
To be,
constantly moving,
for these intensely mediocre beings.
Beings,
tethered to this,
systemic existence,
altering their pointless humanity.
For,
absent such,
they'd be killed.
Dead,
whilst seeking a meal.
For,
these useless external beings,
are not real.
They,
are not,
human.
Wonder,
whilst you seek within.
Wonder,
are you human?
Are you,
indeed,
one of them?
One,
of these pointless beings.
These,
entities which believe,
they are important,
to everybody.
That,
there existence,
shall forever matter more.
Be them,
the only slaves,
within this systemic,
hell hole..
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