The simpleton loner amongst his Future’s fake world

Tʜᴇ sɪᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴏɴ ʟᴏɴᴇʀ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ʜɪs Fᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ’s ꜰᴀᴋᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ

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dream I’d pretend
sleeping grass bed
field of nothing
soul of all bring
Freedom’s singing
its song for me
running away from what
we bring

open Time’s bloom
join Beauty’s tune
the ache you choose
your moving mood
is flooding through
a light of doom

assimilate all that exists, blindly
a higher soul of lineage

obligation bridge

the slavery to Future’s wish we’ll live
as inhuman as it
all 𝔦𝔰

“Dare to be honest and fear no labour.”