Schismatic And Divisional

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Schismatic and Divisional,
Borders, and walls,
Us vs. them,
Driving towards black and white,
For a grey race,
When you’re treated as the adversary,
Why be anything but?
Really, bacteria eating itself
Like becoming our own maggots,
Devouring our own flesh,
Just cannibals,
Concerned about everything except for ourselves,
But nothing for anyone else,
At the same time,
Devouring manufactured thoughts,
That are but the product,
Of a industrialized mentality,
Wherein emotions are a flaw in the mechanism of our carnal purpose,
That’s not our own, but for a unallocated merit.

Beliefs have fallen from all purpose,

To mere idles of regalia,

They’re just brands of morality,

Everyone is a salesman,

So burn your flags,

Burn your religious texts,

Your relevance has long been ash,

None of these beliefs are your own,

They’re the ideas of others,

You choose to believe in them,

For better or worse,

We’ll find belief in something,

I just wish it was nothing.

Never!

Not now.

Nor has it been.

It shalt be.

Whatever it is or isn’t,

Has not, or will

Ever-less, to be

Take it all away and you have nothing,

That same nothing you have now,

Now that it’s all been placed there,

But still the blood, the flesh

Time and again, we put it back

So that we can tear it away from being,

Not the being that matters,

The being that is,

The being that we flounder in.

Feeble attempts at existing,
Followed by even more petty attempts at being,
Resulting in a bizarre unity of one another,
One where we see one as another,
Not the same, not as the self, or the lack there of,
So that opinions are imagined to be conscious actions,
When really our actions are unconscious circumstances of forgetting our opinions,
No longer are we our mind,
No longer are we our body,
We are only our shadows.