JonathanLIEBLING

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Sickness all around us grows,

From careless lies that no-one throws,

The deadly sins that hatred breeds,

Encouraging false, subjective needs,

Paranoia grows, infecting through,

There's not much us mere 'fools' can do.

We search to find an exit door,

Create some guise: "Society's Whore",

Some kind of crutch we find provided,

What's right and wrong having been decided,

We can motivate with a caffeine deal,

Forget, self deceive, alcohol's appeal,

Never mind you're hooked on nicotine,

Your healthless addiction oils our machine,

But be careful, don't go overboard,

You can't be trusted, cries Our Lord,

Temptation's found with boredom sleeps,

So guilt's installed, and buried deep.

Enjoy life's pleasure, endure our pain,

Within the boundaries set by the vain,

Those in power, those who rule,

Protect our truths, controlling fools,

Around whom now a sickness grows,

From 'careful' lies.....And no one knows!