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Void Ego

Sometimes fear is all he feels, and he starts to believe what he wants to.    
The input of nonsense amplifies the small ego and makes him feel all-knowing.  
Drunk with secondhand power, spiralling down with violent vertigo, he does not notice the vibration becoming slower.    
The world turns dense, making no sense... Materialism overwhelms, he turns to the left and accepts a path... justifying everything with math, religiously denying everything that does not fit into his bubble of lies. He wears money on his face as a pleasurable disguise. Yet of its origins knows nothing... so in these beliefs, he's always someone's bitch. Trying to get a fix in consumerism. Reaching into his stash of indoctrination, he grabs a handful of magic pixie dust and justifies his chains...  keeps calm and continues to wallow in the sugary webs of hell's latest trends. Yet he feels a void... a hungry, taunting void. Underneath the momentary pleasures, his soul screams for the truth... but he abandons it, just like it was done to him. And we return to the blinding embrace of fear. He turns away, not wanting to see what lies within. And off to the market, he goes... like a newborn chick riding a conveyer belt to the mouth of the grinder...    
   
    
 
Written by TheVoidSpeaks (Void)
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