Created
2025-02-23 11:20:26.981 -0600
Observation
Rain of pulseless hearts from a synthetic sky,
Unnatural nourishment- a grand lie.
We gorge on myocardial hallucinogens to paralyze the mind, becoming an addict to keep us blind.
Exchange life’s pulse for fleeting coins.
A wasteland of commodified desire, fading of truth joins.
Masters beyond the Luci matrix laugh at our self-destruction.
But what if we reclaimed the heart’s song, where Muck’s screams no longer throng?
Rising above this grand masquerade art, united in true rhythm to revive every heart.