Like warriors in a garden, people actually imagine They have the power All the power in the production of idols to venerate The we of the people even imagines history on their side But the ones who script the archives are financed by the threes in degrees who win the wars And they are everywhere Around the dial of the sun Building empires Demolishing towers Marketing Wrecking fair play Burning cities Martialing law and losing battles Yet still winning the wars
We know they actually have the power And the resources And the discretionary time Because we know they authorize and strategize and incentivize and subsidize The wars And because the we don’t know shit about finance or war Because the we pay them to grant rights endowed by their creators, sustainers, and stakeholders With that investment they microwave and slap QR codes on us like frozen lasagnas because they know we will come back for more The average Joe, the telegrams Streamed live with convoys of hopium Pretends the we is us and the we will succeed
Like cake with Gloria Gaynor the we think they'll survive because the we have finally mustered up public courage But we still have not changed their locks or made their abusive uncle leave his keys because the law is enough protection We have rights enshrined and codified in great historical charters granted by ancestral apes and big banging deities and empires of thought
So I dare to play the prophet Peaceful protesting will not stop this mighty factory Reset because that button was pushed years ago Like and share a million times It won’t make a difference Because the we and the us pretend to be green hornets We are more like gardeners in wars than warriors in gardens Blessed are the slaves on this blue marble of plantations
Little do Hollywood fanboys realize the stage was set long ago and that is how empires grow What they grant they can take away and they know it The only person they can't control Is God
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