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took my soul, sold it to me

at a fraction of the price

here is love, here is freedom

all you're selling me is lies

underwhelming

virtual augmentation

aching for a place to hide

systematic stimulation

everything externalized

underwhelming

media manipulation, news feed indoctrination

selling you problems and products and nothing.

sentiment is a global market

mass production of starbucks marxists

bandaged over the symptoms of a cancer of existential proportions

there's no comfort in your pleasure,

there's no safety in your treasure

you can't bury yourself enough to keep it all from burning to nothing forever

sex is not a revolution,

love is more than adoration

you can't polish your outsides 'nough to make the world agree with your narcissism