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Cloned,

killed

and cloned again

There is no peace 

Wake up dead:

everyday you are a puppet

pulled by strings 

Your soul in bondage to 

aliens

Abducted in your dreams

and raped vicariously

Abuse of technology,

demise of insanity

Reality is fleeting,

start the process all over again,

reset, reconfigure the synaptic processes

for complete submission to the lies of this world