The Matrix of Mindless Orcs and Spies
Within the convoluted Matrix, there stand, destinies
doors, forever closed,
Through them, only the chosen ones, the privileged
few, may come and go.
Locked within the Matrix, exists the other breeds,
deprived, and disavowed,
All the exits locked fast, freedom strictly forbidden,
progression disallowed.
Lost in the place, of distant dreams, ranked well
below, the exclusive few,
Living in a penal world, branded bottom feeders, in
the disenchanted brew.
Poor scouring the maze, of corridors, of time, in
futile search, of an escape,
To discover a much-needed chance, struggling, and
toiling, while they wait.
But the gatekeeper, remains rigid, forever vigilant,
denying hope, in time,
As they languish, within the chaos created, by the
ignorance, of mankind.
Caught in the dictate, of evil power, of grab and
take, tyranny indisputable,
Lives traded, within the sacrificial slaughter,
insignificant, fully expendable.
The Matrix knows, lust, envy, and sloth, are the
greatest weaknesses of all,
Designed to rule, over the misshapen masses, burdens
set, to make them fall.
It controls destiny, placing hurdles in the way, the
parasite sucking them dry,
Locked in prison, within each tiny cell, inside every
mind, blinding visions eye.
Poisoning, and corrupting, the purest of thought,
contaminating simple minds,
By decree, absolute control over lives short lived,
and death met in jagged lines.
Undisputable power, culling challenging thought, and
any oppositional stance,
Minds being subliminally altered, and despondency,
setting them in a trance.
Each morning, back at the beginning, the rut getting
deeper, nothing new,
Fixed in whimsical thought, earnestly wanting their
dreams, to come true.
Eyes locked, gazing through wishing windows, with
bizarre visions embraced,
At the end of each day, their dreams erased, their
enthusiasm gone to waste.
The fanciful dreamers, shall never see, the light of
day, all blinded by the sun,
Each tedious step forward, by two steps back, mindful
tranquility, never won.
Time dragging, in endless repetition, each wave of
darkness, eradicating hope,
The walls of despondency closing in, hordes of lives,
strangled by Satan’s rope.
Impoverished within denial, a dreadful drought, of
fortune, and destiny missed,
Knowing the anguish, of loss, and pain, all too well,
and every tortuous twist.
Honesty, all in vain, the ever-repeating cycle,
stealing each opportunity, away,
As compassion, and humanity, hold no rank, and
goodness, continues to stray.
Each wondering what, destiny has planned, what lies
install, around each bend,
Fruitlessly searching, as time is devoured, precious
lives lost, before the very end.
Some looking to God, in hope of salvation, their
prayers set in trust, and love,
Scouring their souls, though the answers seldom come,
from the almighty above.
Meditation and prayer, rekindling hope, probing to
see, if they are in God’s plan,
Keeping the score, in their checkered lives, restively
awaiting the promised land.
The leading question, so difficult to comprehend, when
abject poverty is so real,
Is God, truthfully out there, watching over them? Or a
universe as cold as steel!
They search in vain, and the Matrix stands fast,
uncertainty round each bend,
Endless repetition wearing them down, resigned to
failure, anguish without end.
For freedom lost, in unjust penance, in lives forced
to live, by burden weighed,
With the painful debt, the way they were born, lives
of wretchedness, cruelly paid.
Living in fear, and uncertainty, under the misshapen
rage of tyranny, is the cost,
Becoming the burden, in restless souls, creating
malevolent spirits, that are lost.
Compelled to silence, and submit, worn down through
fear, and cruel intimidation,
Conceding to the evil power, forced submission,
creating an inert Androidian nation.
Lives strictly censored, kept under incessant
surveillance, through the looking-glass,
Born into poverty, by the will of the matrix caste,
never to rise, above their class.
Young souls enticed out of the web, slashing the
journey short, cutting life concise,
An early escape, an expendable asset of the matrix,
forced to fight, to pay the price.
And if they are unwilling to fight, and die, made an
example, beaten, and abused,
Then brutalized, and sodomised, and executed point
blank, when they still refuse.
Every bloody battle, bringing the gutless stain of
genocide, fought to the very last
Destroying any aspirations, the poor souls hold, to
the future unseen, and the past
Wave upon wave, the mental madness binding, never
ending, fed with discontent,
Lives purged; fresh cannon fodder created, from the
cruelty of perpetual torment.
The spoils of war, leaving its broken ruins, where
majestic civilizations once stood,
Precious artifacts trashed, the malevolent force,
deliberately destroying all good.
Turning lives to dust, and dreams of fantasia sought,
into glorious illusions strayed,
In denial fabricating a parallel world, beyond the
grip of death, by grief assuaged.
To blindness turned, by anger driven, to the bitter
taste of revenge, sorely sought,
Then in guilt, struggling to defer the inevitable,
making silent promises for naught.
Through confusion, the smog of depression setting in,
in griefs unforgiving pain,
As hurt and anguish are resolved, with acceptance, the
weight of grief, lifted again.
What will rise from the ashes, be borne upon the wind,
in the desolate state of dust,
For countless generations to come, left to harbor the
awful thoughts, of mistrust.
Where the lost spirits, restlessly search, for a place
to haunt, perhaps a new host,
Where all hope of freedoms speech is hushed, and
paradise is haunted by its ghost.
The endless trek, inside matrix walls, impregnable
ramparts, impossible to climb,
Plodding into uncertainty, desperately holding on,
till each mourning bell chimes.
Does a place exist, beyond the Matrix, where weight of
time, does not matter,
A place of paradise, where freedoms spirit reigns,
within all who humbly enter?
If by providence, they find an unlocked door, leading
from the tortuous condition,
A way out of the nasty web, that holds fast, a pathway
to escape the dreary prison.
If all the walls, and all the doors, ceased to exist,
bestowing a harmonious space,
Transforming the nightmare, to an enchanted kingdom,
ending the traumatic race.
No more clutching at threads, at the mercy of the
fortunate few, who look down,
Past the syndrome of hopelessness, where so many
broken souls, have drowned.
As the pagans unlock, the forbidden doors, to spirit
worlds, where malice hides,
Only to find no exit, from eternal torment, trapped
where ghostly beasts abide.
The wayward souls, like empty shells, placing trust in
luck, and in accidents,
Mindsets foreign to faith, content to live, day by
day, where fantasy ferments.
Bound by temptation, lured into the chasm of
lawlessness, extortion, and rage,
Turning water to mud, blacken to ash, dreams to dust!
In the wars they wage.
Some grabbing short-lived bursts, a feeling of
paradise, in hopeless addiction,
Taste of sugar, drugs, alcohol, and smoke, emptiness,
pleasuring their affliction.
Committing awful crimes, fueled by drunken stupor,
then thrown into the can,
The mindless misfits, Orcs bred in abject hell, brutal
beasts rendered from man.
The Matrix content, to expand even more, as it
tightens its grip, on each nation,
Brainwashing people, altering minds, wicked politics,
of trans-functional oblation.
One race, one culture, one spoken language, one way
stipulated, to rule them all,
Content to manipulate, and dominate, to construct more
matrix doors, and walls.
Vile sickness set, to rule the world, the matrix
hellbent, on augmenting its disease,
Invading other nations, annexing each state, bringing
other cultures to their knees.
As it spreads its raft of lies, all founded on
mistruths, the people kept in ignorance,
Casting the seeds of freedom, into the ruddy fields of
war, without a second chance.
Rendering whimsical illusions, that hide the darkness,
of its web of lies, and deceit,
Spreading Satan’s blight, his abysmal Trade mark,
resolutely creating cannon meat.
Each population placed under siege, by artillery guns,
rockets, and bombshells,
Cities collapsing, into craters carved in earth, as
the ground heaves, and swells.
Panic brought to peaceful streets, sirens loudly
screaming, the sound of thunder,
As the Devils generals free more Orcs, from prison
cells, to rape and plunder.
Civilians caught up, in waves of terror, unlikely to
survive the needless torture,
Innocent children, and little infants, bearing
witness, to the ruthless slaughter,
Maternity hospitals targeted, taking the brunt of
force, in mindless infanticide,
Civilians being rounded up, bound, shot in the backs,
in acts of pointless genocide.
The world left wondering, what madness would bring,
this insanity to flashpoint,
Political division, set inside a large nation; an
authoritarian regime, so disjoint.
The stark contrast, the aftermath, heralding the
unpleasant stamp of change,
As each place is purged and bleached, any hint of
different gone, rearranged.
Darkness brought, to every place destroyed, all
beautiful things stripped bare,
An increasing network of corridors, implanting
unspeakable misery everywhere.
All nations forged the same, imposed by the matrix
supreme, in power absolute,
The face of fascism, so unkind, its slaves matter not,
hope in freedom destitute.
The self-appointed saint, angering God, by wrath of
death, and griefs ugly brand,
Stealing lives, freedoms rights, the paths to
paradise, all the souls he hath damned.
The cult of darkness ever growing, as it divides and
conquers, all diversity known,
Expanding its wicked empire, out of the hatred, that
it has broadcast, and grown.
In the celestial stars above, perhaps the greatest
miracle of all, to man, life on earth,
Perhaps by chance, or the divine destiny, of a
majestic force in the mighty universe.
Mankind, left thinking in awe, questioning the
inconceivable, often times spellbound,
Does life exist, beyond earths stratosphere, amongst
the radiant stars that abound?
How far does life extend, out into infinity, beyond
planet earth, the motherland,
Does something exist, beyond the grave, in the spirit
world, we do not understand?
Does paradise exist? Are virgins really waiting? And
any other constructed delusions!
In blissful ignorance, followers left to theorize, an
array of philosophical conclusions.
Blindly proceeding, as mankind destroys goodness on
earth, in mindless competition,
Ignorant to paradise, in nature bestowed, that man
desecrates, into an ugly rendition.
Still, the gatekeeper does not loosen his grip, his
network of spies, subvert in league,
As the lower class suffers, within the chaos created,
subjected to his dreadful deeds
Driving the world underground, to be ruled by the
extremity of madness, and insanity,
Preying on any weakness, creating fear in each mind,
exploiting innocence and vanity.
While the gullible fervently believe, all they have
been told, caught in the web fast,
Fighting under banners of death, for fantasies
created, by fanatics, in false forecast.
As the Prophets conjure up paradise, their followers
hardwired to explosives sacrifice,
Content to die as martyrs, placing faith in
misconceptions, in an alternate paradise.
Each day confined to the cold corridors, null and
void, its unwelcome empty spaces,
Caught in a lock, ignorance breeding more poverty, that the Matrix piously
abases.
With the pure act of love, and being loved, running
dry, extinct within the dreary void,
Suppressed emotions, overwhelming wrath, heavy hearts
weary, compassion destroyed.
Remembrance the burden, laid upon hearts, in the
sacrifice of war, of freedoms price,
Grief, the overwhelming weight, brought by bitter
memories, of the pointless sacrifice.
Little consolation found, where is goodness drowned,
in those who profit from the loss,
Stolen from paradise, with the grand illusions of
mortal sacrifice, life a selfless cost.
Content to breed, abject poverty, mindless demolition,
in all the God forsaken places,
Poor peasants, desperately forging iron in foundries,
and chipping away at coalfaces.
Kids slaving in dirty factories, packing munitions and
rockets, mechanically enslaved,
Living in the psychophysical vacuum, sad
expressionless faces, despondent eyes glazed.
While outside the matrix, unparalleled wealth exists,
for the chosen ones, in privilege found,
Above the sullen clouds of poverty, and discontent,
where unparalleled opulence abounds.
Beyond the dust and dirt, the soot and smoke, grunge
and grime, the wretched destitute,
The squalid slums, and rundown shantytowns, loathsome
prisons, and places of ill repute.
In paradise bought on the backs of the poor, in blood,
and sweat, the lowly mortals tamed,
The predators, the scavengers, and the bottom feeders,
the other races sullied and shamed.
Large mansions of marble slabs, with gilded filagree,
and elaborate frescos on ceilings tall,
Majestic entrances, leading to double staircases,
crystal chandeliers hanging in grand halls.
Great chambers fit for royalty, elaborate furnishings,
in elegant living rooms, painted gold,
Such wealth, affluence, entitlement, and aristocratic
privilege, a sickening sight to behold.
Obsessive and compulsive, gluttony and greed, the gate
keeper holds the key to all the doors,
Fenced behind the razor wire, protected by his partners
in crime, planning conflict and wars.
His loyal henchmen, and coconspirators, carrying out
his commands, all affiliates to the pact,
The horrendous crimes they commit, the innocent lives,
and families, that they have wracked.
The heartless beasts, that spread the lies, the
fearsome force, that preys upon the vulnerable,
In cold-blooded acts, pleasured by their psychopathic
deeds, their brutality inconceivable.
The gate keeper turning his evil eye, to his vile
genocide, his narrative, and actions evasive,
Brainwashing his followers, his genetic cesspool, his
sadistic tortuous methods very persuasive.
How in heavens name, does God allow this insanity to
happen, the victims question, “Why?”
The ungodly acts, executed against humanity, the
matrix destroying paradise, in their minds.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (August 2024)
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