The chamber serves my every need
with repetition of the same truths
though verity may be suspect
against a world I shun contact
I'll resist the soft caress
another version of the God's domain
when I'm drugged to believe
everything said beneath the dome.
Both good and bad are dispensed
based on how they're diagrammed
by the leaders in the rear
pointing forward as if to steer
stating who I will bless
and who I'll murder where they stand
it's all the same in black and white
no thought is needed to sort it out.
Cartoon characters become the world
simplicity scored in meme's breath
that's the only rules I need
to understand what should be
echoes are my only friend
when confusion waits to leap
I'll bar it from my small circle
a bubble centered on the truth.
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