Corporation Nation

After years of servitude
to the demons dwelling within,
it has come time to end
the frustration and madness.

One motion proves the determination
the madness has encouraged within.
One thought remains forever engraved
upon the watching eyes of ignorance,
self-righteousness,
and greed.

Choice,
the barest form of self,
spits in the demonic faces
of power and control.

Neuron to neuron,
the choice proceeds
from brain to the body,
motion created sub-consciously.
Internal self freezes upon an image
never to be seen again.

The collective whole shudders
in horror, doing nothing
to stem the tide of corruption
as the choice is made,
with each involved ignorant
of the ever-impending doom.
Motion becomes action
in irreversible ways.

The fall from awareness
is silent and swift
with contemptuousness devouring
the halls of power.

Despisement of the masses,
poisonous thoughts emanating
from the pinnacles of power,
ensures the eventual demise
of a culture in peril.

Illiterate notions
of morals gone wrong
leading the societal spiral of decay,
ever closing upon itself.

The Siren’s song
blares loud and clear
upon the deaf ears
of deceitfulness and greed.

Immaterial constructs
govern choices made,
hiding truth’s actuality
from the blind eyes of man.

Sanctity of self bears scars
from carelessly being cradled by greed,
then held at arms length,
and thrown to the lions
in a demonstration of control.

Individuality becomes a concept
of myth and fiction in the times
of one-world societies,
presently encroaching upon life.

Step by unknown step awareness descends
into the blackness,
continuously growing fainter,
consciousness growing dimmer.

Prior learning fades into oblivion
with a shroud of madness,
the simplicity of self perpetually hidden
by the chaos created in a round.

Structured lessons of conformity and ignorance
breed contempt for original individuality;
while fear is the tool of corrupt minds,
wielded rapidly to encase
the consciousnesses of the blind.

The blind lead the blind
through the impermeable web
of poisonous thoughts,
ever diligent to conceal truth.
The ever-thickening web of lies
weaved ever so carefully
created as a fence
to keep the sheep penned.

Ignorance among the flock becomes
so willfully embraced,
masking the truth,
the web is imaginary.

Lies to encage the masses,
lies to enslave,
lies to destroy
the truth contained within.

The truth of our existence held
in hands of silicone and steel,
governed by puppets
to the great Gods of Greed.

“Sale of Souls” is the battle cry
for the pig-sty of power.
Corrupt the masses,
condemn the individual,
buy products to be healthy and well.

Pharmaceutical “miracles” regurgitated
to ever eager chicks,
with eyes un-opened
and hoods of servitude shackled
to ensure slothful ways.

Effortlessly ministering
to the medicated masses,
assurances of happiness and health
to placate their grievances.

Sickness and despair
Endlessly hiding here
Sticks laid with care
Light the fires of fear

The hive mind sought
by corporate rulers who say,
“Do what we tell you.
Never-mind what we do.”

The blinders of righteousness
conceal the incapacity
of humanity to individually
stand on its own.

Through continuous expropriation
of the individual’s right to choose,
the accountability for ones actions
has become null and void.

The legal medieval coliseum
puts the unaware to bear
for the actions of the powerful
and self-appointed elite.
All are held accountable
for actions of the evil,
few though they may be.

Moralistic whores
in parades for pay,
profit before the ever watching eyes
of rich men in black suits.

Men pimping society
to the corrupt giants
with death wish prayers,
slowly rotating the masses
on the rotisserie of greed
beneath the Great Golden Arches.

The hallowed halls of forgotten fore-fathers
weep bloody tears of sorrow
in the midst of their silent
un-protested destruction.

Unprovoked fascist actions
schemed up by the puppeteers
of pseudo-democratic control,
enforce myopic designs to unjust ends.

The designs become spearheads to enforce,
socially raping the very institutions
sworn to protect the innocent victims;
depression, hatred, and madness
fuel the fires of action.

Deception is the ultimate goal,
complete and utter control
over every human soul.

Social perversion drops
from the sky as a kamikaze on fire,
chasing the elusive tail
of self destruction and ruin.

The spiraling descent of truth,
propels the rate of decay,
leaving smoking ruins of self worth
in exchange for pay.

The walking wounded
milling through society,
allowed to fade into oblivion
at the cost of social integrity.

Intransitive happiness
shunned as childishness,
with one last kick to the stomach,
removes all sense of truth.

Genocide of uncivilized masses
championed as profitable to fat investors,
while gluttonous profiteers bleed society
of every last hair from their asses.

Tattooing mass ignorance
over the eyes of rational minds,
the media’s blitzkrieg on truth
denying its own existence with lies.

Incremental decreases
in the sanctity of the human condition
continues flying low
under the radar of moral consciousness.

Strife has proven
the greatest of instigators
for the one and only truth in the universe,
that “CHANGE IS CONSTANT”.

Nanoscopic to macroscopic,
the multi-verse is in constant motion
on all levels
in all space.

The destruction
Of social sensibilities and individuality
have pushed the envelope of strife
within our consciousnesses.

Governmentally assisted suicide
sponsored by the corporate mind,
sliding closer to the edge
of the razor’s eye.

The time of choice is nigh.
Deceit crawls through the veins
of the Corporation Nation,
powerful ignorance
with fingers of circuits and knives,
severing the self from one.

Severed and detached
by silicone and steel,
the self vanishes
leaving only the one.

Fear bleeds the final drops
of life from the one
and with righteousness nails
the disheveled form up on high
for all to see.

The flip of a switch,
the turn of a key,
the entirety of all vanishes
at the hands of one simple choice,
truth or…

There are still parts of this that make me cringe a bit but I have left them in since it would change the feel of the overall piece if I were to remove them. Overly big words and a bit of wonky imagery stick out to me the most of the faults I see. I'm curious if anyone is willing to read this wall of text and if so if they are willing to critique it?

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