all past is erased
fabricated truthful lies
to satisfy the maker and his masses
memory slips
drifts to vanish into the black hole
of time
freedom
chains people to a wall
forces to beg and obey
deceit
becomes our best friend
it's real
no it's not
all time is warped
and warped is our truth
we destroy ourselves
streaking with blood
clawing our flesh
from the inside
and scream silently
quiet
then nothing is
and nothing is anything

© copyright, 1998

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