Sentient Programmes

Desensitised souls paddle their canoes through winding canals of blood, fermented through the ages of an ever repeating history.
Any distraction they stumble upon would suffice, in order to make their fake realities a little more palatable, and keep their demons hidden where they desire to nest.

Cannon fire and the sound of merciless killing can be heard, but not acknowledged in the distance.
The smell of the rotting flesh of innocents literally stains the air they breathe, and stings the nostrils of the youth being indoctrinated into the enslavement generation.

What a high regard this society of bottom feeding imbeciles hold for the young soldiers that we are told are fighting and dying for their countries, then awarded Masonic and aryan sun symbols for their valour or their ability to not ask questions, and be the epitome of a programmed expendable drone.

Yet they still just sit there in their living rooms, flicking through hundreds of channels, filled with vanity and unrealistic so called reality television, in the process of paying for their own brainwashed thoughts and opinions subliminally syncing with what's left of their biological computer.

Pathetic symbols of consumer waste, and the death of humanity, they are content living and dying inside the illusion of rules, fear, debt and control, willingly serving a system that tells them, they are free to be told to do what the system wants.