Oh You Modern Slave, Such Shall Never Have A Name

Oh,
these modern slaves.
Oh,
how such,
loves to complain.
To,
constantly wine,
about the way,
they were raised.
As if,
within this society,
be there,
chains.
Oh,
you jester.
You,
jester,
ingesting in jest.
Oh,
you beast,
mindlessly consuming.
Oh,
you,
nothing.
You,
senseless nothing.
You,
which exist,
as every public.
Be,
that why,
you exist as nothing.
Sight,
sound,
motion.
Be that,
which alters,
every public?
Every,
external existence?
Be,
me still,
absent the ability to real,
within it?
Absent,
the ability to,
truly,
exist?
For,
whilst I exist,
as this breathing being,
I shall never be deemed,
a slave,
to external realities.
Never,
believe in,
anything.
For,
I shall,
simply be,
a being unbound.
Shall be,
as free,
as the air I breathe.
Shall,
only exist as,
me...
©yungb123