Raising sheep to fit the masses,
we’ve succumbed to the ignorance.
but ignorance is bliss.
The flicker from the glowing box
is all so warm,
filling what is empty within.
Fashioned to our keys,
we’re afraid to miss a thing.
We don’t remember.
We don’t retain
Nothing past our daily lives is observed.
How do we break this black void?
Gouge your eyes, they are not being used.
Thoughts turned into mush.
Brains rotting every second of each day.
Remove them, you are artificial.
You’ve been molded.
Held captive by your own primitive mind.
Attracted to the glow