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Something Doesn’t Feel Right
At the edges of our existence, something is unraveling. A silent distortion hums beneath the surface of reality—a presence felt but never named. The world we once trusted feels unstable, like a painted backdrop peeling at the edges. The familiar walls, once deceptively sturdy, now tremble with fractures, thin fissures where something vast and unknowable…
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We Are Spiraling
We live in a relentless loop of consumption and exhaustion, driven by manufactured desires and false necessity. Our lives are not our own—they are dictated by impulses engineered to keep us chasing, working, buying, repeating. We measure success in possessions: nicer cars, bigger houses, designer clothes, all symbols of a status we must prove to ourselves and others. But we do not…
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Hypnotized In a Trance
We drift through life in a trance, our minds sedated by endless distractions, our bodies running on autopilot. Exhausted yet overstimulated, we are too drained to fully engage with the world around us, too restless to sit with our own thoughts. We reach for screens before we even fully open our eyes in the morning.…
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Tearing Ourselves Apart.
We are drowning in information but starving for truth. The world feels wrong, broken in ways we can’t fully name. We sense it in our bones—a deep unease, a quiet sickness spreading through every corner of our existence. And yet, when we reach out for understanding, we find only confusion. Every source contradicts the next.…
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We Feel Like Empty Batteries
The system drains us dry, then tells us we are to blame for being empty. It conditions all of our behavior—how we eat, work, consume and decay. It programs our cravings, laces our food with addiction, fills our minds with distractions, and then turns to us with cold indifference. You did this to yourself, they say. It’s your fault. You…
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Hooked Up to Steel Wires
Every bite of food, every stitch in our clothing, every metal in our electronics is woven with suffering. The unseen hands that build our modern world tremble under the weight of our spinning. And still, we look away. We tell ourselves we are good people. That slavery is a thing of the past. That we…
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Dug Deep In Our Skin.
The planet groans beneath the weight of our brainwashed excess. Forests are scorched, their towering trees felled in seconds to make way for factories that churn out disposable goods. Oceans darken with oil and plastic, their depths suffocating under the weight of human waste. The soil, once fertile and rich, is now a barren husk,…
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Trapped in a Circuit,
The mantra of “survival of the fittest” is a cruel deception. It assumes a level playing field, a fair fight, an equal chance. But we are not born into fairness—we are born into nets. Some inherit palaces. Others inherit its walls. And no amount of hard work will change that. We are not lazy. We…
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We Are Being Drained
The system thrives because governments are corrupt and complicit, feeding off the suffering they swore to end. Local officials pocket bribes while floors in textile factories rot until they collapse. Workers sacrificed on the altar of more profits. Communities are ripped from the earth, land stolen for resource extraction. Rivers are seized, ecosystems drained dry,…
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To Give Energy to the Machine
The world is unraveling before our open eyes, and we, too, are unraveling with it. We are flattened by the gravity of our misery, trapped at the bottom of the claw machine—forever reaching but never moving up, never experiencing the light. Surrounded by spider webs, every direction we want to move feels sticky. Prisoners of…