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Feelings rush around my body provoking the thoughts in my head.

 
The struggle to delineate right from wrong bares down on me like a heavy dark shadow carrying the weight of my misgivings. 

Am I a tool furthering destructive programming from big brother? 
Or 
a hapless dreamer looking for silverlinings in the dark ?

From divided love and loyalties,

 I swing: a pedulum of frustration and anxiety one minute and stop  in apathy the next.

Perception and point of views have too many depths to dive into.
each one a murky abyss offering nothing but the promise of enduring mystery.

I throw my hands up

and still  get shot anyway

I show the colour of my beliefs

and im labelled a facist

I fight for my freedom

and am labelled a racist 

I respond to hatred with contempt

and im held in contempt 

I fight a war that I never started

and found myself left to my own devices

The enemy laughs

as it uses our enlightenment

against us.

Delusional,

we think we're winning 
Propaganda machine doesn't sleep,  

always on a 24 hour need to know basis.

I stole love and I withheld it 
I cried poor and never meant it 
The vice in my hands told me to do it

What happens now?