Hell Burns Brightly

There comes a point
When you just give up
Nothing I can really do
There comes a point
When it’s understood
This world is just fucked up
How people think is beyond me
Circling an endless cycle
Of hate, war and pain
No collective memory
Imbecile telemetry
Pushed and jostled around
Losing ground
The puppeteer grins
A maniacal smile
And all the while
They sleep oblivious
The ripples shimmer
The mind gets dimmer
Packed with irrelevant filth
No one thinks anymore
Thought patterns
Deeply ingrained
Like a wound inflamed
I can’t believe
That you can’t see
How easily
How sleazily
You are manipulated
Into chaos
The pit
Hell burns brightly
In heaven

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