Agitated palpitating heart,
The matrix does your thinking:
“Catastrophize! We’ll all DIE for sure!”
(Note: the ship is always sinking).
They speak death and we listen,
Obedient to expert opinion.
How foolish we’ll feel when we find out,
Their paid expert was naught but a minion.
Thus I consent to rape of my mind;
As the torrent of fear is filling me.
And wonder why my soul reacts,
To enslavement that’s slowly killing me.
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