Pull Back the Curtain

Watchin’ it all unfold I can’t help but wonder how many are even awake,
surrounded by zombies and vampires the world on lockdown as the normies start to suffocate.

Nothing but hate and anger running rampant on the television,
society lost its heart years ago more painful than a jewish circumcision.

Looking back on your life you wish it was different,
squealing in pain looking out your window it’s irrelevant.

Running your mouth on the internet you think your voice is heard,
little did you know those were bots buzzin’ ya like a hummingbird.

Everything you see and hear controlled by high tech computer code,
never searching yourself ya bubble reinforced with an ejaculatory load.

Step up to the plate if you think you can handle it,
all I see is little boys putting memes deep inside their internet clit.

Focused on some bitch when your talents and skill could pick ya up,
divided and conquered the world doesn’t give a fuck time to stand up an put on your nutcup.

What happened to the revolutionaries, freedom fighters, and rebels,
whether guns or code it’s time to step up our game an fight these devils.

Hidin’ behind labels and ideologies your entire mindset has been created for you,
never thinking for yourself just another cattle at the meat market [Moooo]

Just kidding tho im a loser too, most of the time i cant even afford rent in mexico,
eye’n up the wilderness lookin’ at the jungle like its my only goal.

Disappear into the abyss and let the world burn to the ground,
I’ll be eating fresh fruits and eggs deep in the monte never to be found.

Fabricated drama being sold on news networks like a netflix series,
ya watching from your couch unable to figure out the conspiracy theories.

3 years later shootin up Johnson and Johnson like a crack head in a back alley,
the government changing your mouth diapers daily without question as ya nanny.

Beta males searching for validation on the internet,
while they circle jerk conformity bias becomes their bayonet.

Stuck on the tip of the iceberg scared to find out what’s beneath the water,
can’t even tell the difference between you and the average AI botter.

Posting some more low IQ memes to cope with your self reflection,
unable to explore past societies modern day friend zone section.

Clinging to the system as you become more dependent on societies opinion,
attacking those that stray from the crowd ya nothin’ more than a flying monkey minion.

Afraid to do something real you use projection to deflect your insecurities,
soul filled with toxins it’s time to clean yourself from the impurities.

What happened to the revolutionaries, freedom fighters, and rebels,
whether guns or code it’s time to step up our game an fight these devils.

Stuck on repeat doing the same thing over and over takin’ the bait,
wondering when it’ll change jumping in line to obey the omicron mandate.

Don’t worry though the cure has been here the entire time,
embrace your individualism and creativity with this rhyme.

We might not be able to stop them but we can surely troll,
sneak past the guard and disband this modern day parole.

Open your eyes its not hard to figure out for certain,
the worlds a stage just pull back the curtain.

Future of Pain: Coronavirus Conformist Mentality

Living in fear day to day wondering when the mysterious “novel” covid virus will strike. Like a surfer skimming the waves unsure what lays beneath. A small fin blades the surface of the water as your heart drops you fall off your board in a panic. As you start to cry and scream you feel something touch your leg. You can’t believe your life is over because some asshole wasn’t wearing a mask, plastic gloves, and a face shield… and now you’re going to die a slow painful death. You blame conspiracy theorists and critical thinkers alike for your shark attack.

covid 19 shark attack

So many living in self inflicted pain the future has been created for you. With no need for police or guns the elite sit back and laugh. Self regulated slavery with a pinch of genocide there’s nothing left for them to do. A self oiled system of yes men with an unending injection of misery. The future all created by yours truly. As you stare into the mirror you might start to question who’s really crazy.

As you strap on a mask you realize there’s no glory. Living on your knees it’s odd you can even call it a life with literally no story. The only thing you’ve been trained to do is obey and attack those that oppose the system that you so comfortably adore. Letting your depression and anxiety over ride deep in your core there’s only one thing left to do to prepare. Just shut your mouth slave, and put on your mask.

Covid 19 Mask
“When persons being held as slaves were accused by their masters of insubordination, or of eating more than their allotment of food, they might expect to be fitted with an iron muzzle.”