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Spies looking, trying to see, what is in the masters’ mind,
Could they be cooking shows’ behind windows to a soul,
Sold, out for all seeing integration, solely controlling information
Nations’ overrun, by never being able to overcome, fantasy
These guises of the unwise is 2b center-staged constantly selfie(ing)
Three eyes constantly scoping, while two eyes have quorum voting
Rating shows and critiquing opinions, is this how freedom upends?
Comes what, next? If, cameras are looking for threats of….
Broken windows, never 2b fixed yet, boarded over openings,
Ran by ‘spokes in gentrified communities, outvoting the indigenous culturally
While televising the revolution that is never been a part of popular culture
For them eyes have 2b rich from exploiting and exporting imperialistic syndications
Reruns of them who been ran through, recycling phony shows of force majeure
Left hangin’ by cliffhanging elections of yet another whitewashed Manchurian
Promising tales to wag a dog, without even mentioning the bite of a never-ending fight
Sleights are on hand, as deserts are far and wide, right before this tide subsides
Good food, good metes, no repair until all despair is replete, in-comes opportunity as relief
Disbelief by residents, trying to fathom the prescient unfolding over again as patriotic fervor
How psychotic is this irreverent disregard for the significance of a perpetual diaspora
Manifest climate changes as volcanos and earthquakes permeate cold to hot, hot to cold
Only the original man and woman, will be able to testify and recognize the focus of Eyes on Demise!
