To Red Pill Pill The Fake Myth Myths

No one here gets out alive
Apart from those ~
Culture’s beautiful untamed horses
The twenty-seven club going on eighty
From now to anciently
Hollyweird to Lookout Mountain’s riant eyes
From Tavistock Institute
Blood lines and Five Eyes
From all this to all of that
Mainstream presstitutes
The War On Terror’s ratatat-atat..
I, more than once, accused of not believing in 9/11
Is 9/11 now a diety ~
At free-fall..

Lo, I fell for other myths
Older now, yet frankly
Only the mirages without shadow, I’m self-immunised
All the romanticised, worshipped, afterglow internalised~ not so easy
All our heroes, credos, in all guises, means and ways ~ weaponised..

Controlled opposition
Intelligence children
Psittacine weird scene
No nepenthe for those aroused from sleep
Cyclopean worms ride the deception snake ~ the end
And from some fetid eternal birth-wheel still springs
Such bastard fakes, and in a forever churn
From whom clones are cloned
And in their image, should we seek redemption, only we are burned
We debate within the dark nano-frames presented
Step out the frame ~
It’s okay to be a heretic
Surf the 10-D chessboard, frisbee the rabbit holes, up-ended
Flip the silence..

Embosk glanceable
Betrays them, yet not, they always hold control
I recently attended, and wide-eyed awake
all the wakes I previously lamented ~
I, the eager younger dreamer
Gazed all too glittering seams to earnestly seem ~ gold fever
Question: Will I still weep for the ones I once believed ~
this unstilled part of me
Do red pills turn blue when the red-pilled sing the blues
Oh, goodness above, oh no
Now I believe I know..

In the hills the dead are alive, we cried
And some wept again at the pathos of that
I side-stepped a glance at myself, surprised
As tears splashed the piss-memorials
The orchids, the scent of rust-sprayed thorns
And, as we stood beside ourselves, the fake dead encored more
Wow, how I fell for the news’ lying eyes
So you never died a long time ago..

Well no, we told you we sold the world..
And now we have killed you twice
We desire a few of you to realise 
And we shoot you down again
Band-bang-alive you re-fortify us, unwitting initiate
We shoot you down again
Bang-bang-alive
Heart-broken, strange you seem so vivified
Yes, aren’t we often electrified
When we pull back the veil, confirm the betrayal
So, congratulations,you spook-detective, you spoked our signals, receptive, ha ha
Question: Who you gonna call..