Slow death of a rushed life: conditioning introspection to be agony

Empty space,

for the well-conditioned slave:

a free-fall,

bringing panicked begging:

“more mandates!,”

to feel like a part of something,

to feel safe,

chains to free,

isolation for inclusion in the heart of something new.

Slow death of a rushed life:

exaggerated doubts, trivial lies,

pretended will to survive,

by a proud, loud, popular mind

destined to end weak, quiet, and alone.

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