Adams in overdrive

It’s funny. We are beginning understand the game being played. The very matrix itself, the steel monsters clank on sunbaked concrete. The hatred. The Anger. The witchhunts, the wars. They are all designed to tear eachother apart – Our very souls seem edible. To remove our humanity, our sense of love for our brothers and sisters, seems almost complete.

Waking up as a 9 year old, you see the world through a different set of lenses. Everything is backwards by design. Sometimes we watch late night T.V. and frankly, it disgusts us. No humanity. No sense of caring – and overamplification of every solution starts with at the least an insult with no sense of remorse because that’s the illusion that has to be applied.

The beasts roar. Our souls cry.


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