The boxes always win.

Are shadows an illusion caused by dishonest light?

Orbs of energy wandering to want, only to be dispelled, when in fact all they need is to discard their false master thats infecting them from within.

Laughter is far greater than the pills, those plastic little warheads we bomb are bodies with... dropping them like missiles of hope om the tortured, all signed sealed and delivered in a perfect little bag.

Taking comfort into this war, like its a prize,making there meaningless consumption based lifes more individual.

But thats human natuure right?
Seek happiness from dusk to dawn

Like the tail of the fox, thats just to damn fast to catch

She complains with honor, how fucked up.is that? Self destruction by the drop teaching universal gloom to her children

The cycle repeats.

Greed become the norm.

Race becomes the the pecking order

The foul villan robs her soul as clenchs the plastic card.

Goodnight pill,
Oh wait...
Fuck off

The boxes win again.