Kinetic

Is it that truth is so hard to stomach
That, we choose to kill ourselves slowy to digest it?
I've been told, the world was always this way,
A series of well thought out calamity, designed to disarm us of hope.
It's working it's magic, one day at a time like infection
Spreading through media we pay for.
The fence posts are rotting and our neighbors stand vacant.
Children are taught to pray on each other,
Packaged neatly from birth, by cannibals.
The playground is anything but.
It's a petris dish for establishing cast and hierarchy.
They establish norms to refute what you're seeing as false.
They've built quite a construct.
It's become a machine that lies it's way forward
With a through the curtains, push.
Hide your eyes because your friends
Won't have the castle crumble.
They are terrified of thinking for themselves.