Control

Primitive mind control thrusts out into our lives

And not only do we accept it

But embrace it

Love it

And as this media controls our thoughts and ideas

Life dies and the mind withers

Thus the death of our world

Will be one with its progression

And as we become more advanced

We become more primitive

We drink in this control

And surround ourselves with it

And as we feel ourselves die

We feel bliss

For ignorance is what we truly strive for

And we love the lack of thought

Thought is dangerous

And must be controlled

Must be stopped

And why should we resist?

Thought requires the lack of conformity

Conformity which is the basis of modern life

But as the conformity becomes more structured

Individual thought becomes less prominent

We bring our own demise

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