not our world
What a beautiful world to live in. where your friends bleed in your arms, gasp for air in their lungs and lose all sight. They lose all meaning to life, as their life is the thing lost now. Isn’t it beautiful? To live in a world where you fight for your rights, your desire for life.
That’s a beautiful world, maybe not to humans but to monsters. Monsters who disguise as humans, monsters who run our world and destroy all we’ve worked so hard for. They take all the credit for our work, yet destroy it in the same breath because it’s not what they wanted. What we want isn’t okay to them, because to them we are all puppets.
Puppets on a string to be forced into categories, and if we don’t comply? Well, you might die. They don’t hesitate to kill those who won’t comply, they won’t hesitate to jail those who make mistakes because they’ve never done that in their lives.
Comply, obey, listen to your leaders. Feed into their useless delusions and give them power how they want, or else you might not even be here. Not anymore. Do you even deserve to live if it’s not for who runs our world?
Listen to Trump God, as he gives you your air, your clothes, your food. He is the reason you’re still alive, isn’t he? He holds power over you, or so they say.
Comply, obey, listen to your leaders.
Let them strip you down, of all your rights, of all we’ve worked for. It’s not your world, it’s theirs. It’s always been, and we can’t change that.