Haze

Static blurs

Through all of the channels

Mindless drones

So deep enslaved

Sleeping children

Watching grey miasma

As it filters into

Our daily lives

The back of the mind

No longer exists

Forever lost

To a pretty face

And an acronym

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We are the soldiers

The warriors

The liberators

No longer serve you

The icy grip

Of a controlled world

Where the only thing

That sets you apart

Is which lie

You’ve tuned in to

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Maybe someday

Everything will change

Death and mayhem

I predict ensue

Already I have failed

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For look!

They have taken over

The very sword

I pierce them with!

Am even now

So greatly covered

With this gray

Mass media haze?