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So within the life and death

Of the matrix and how it spreads,

I find myself seething in the thread

About how misinformation is fed,

Into the unconscious vulnerable mind

Steering inclinations to become unkind,

And it subconsciously ridicules love

Insisting that as a feeling it is not enough,

Which of course those who know is not true

Unconditionally as we developed and grew,

That all this misinformation has been misconstrued

To set me against those who choose,

Not to rebel against this unconscious thread

Of which they allowed themselves to be fed,

By the twisting of the matrix within the head

I am seething at the dread of how in life and death,

We end up with nothing worthwhile left

As it even stole away, the purity of each single breath.

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