Beached

Living the artificial life
Live this way until you die
Look for the meaning in the materials
Instead of finding fortune in your adventures
The eternal bliss you believe
Is a camouflage of lies
A cover up rooted in plotted out alibis
The further you fall the more you become the perfect victim
They feed off your decay
Starting today become the reason you don't rot away

This poem is about: 
Our world

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