do you hear those voices singing on the wind?
familiar songs of sorrow harmonize dismissals.
there are no victims left; now we hunt each other.
if it isn't a game, it doesn't need to be competition.
worth as much as you keep from those in need.
bound and indentured to a systemic welfare state.
the world can't change because we refuse to, together.
keep it inequitable and hope to not have-not.
nobody has enough to pay those dues if it's equal.
financing available to see what capitalized life is.
forced concepts through blood and holy trials.
adolescence ends, encrusted with butterfly kisses.
the world shatters this fantasy if you think it's real.
circular damages to feed the war machines:
concentrated power: smaller package, bigger boom!
out for blood, out of touch, and out to lunch.
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About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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