Wokeful poem.

Crystal clear vision of sorts.
You see everything now.
What are the odds?

Nobody told you it hurts.
But at least it's the truth.
Even though stranger than fiction,

Lies, manipulations, addictions.
Big Brother's dividing,
With him there's no hiding.

No matter how hard we're trying,
Looking for answers, questioning monsters.
It's the infinite fight we're fighting.

And until we've accept what we see as a part of ourselves waiting for us to complete, we'll be bleeding to death in the deepest of cells, ready to act when it's already late.

Have a good day!
It's just a word play.

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