Your Perfect World. Isn't It Wonderful?

The perfect world.

You listened to them as a child, went to school and believed in their words and promises. Then you worked with promises of a better future. You voted and paid taxes and obeyed.

Others followed you, like mindless sheep not even questioning but just obeying.

You put all your time and energy into supporting your now wonderful and perfect world full of k*llings, r*pe, h*te, thieving, stab*bings, de*th and the requisite for failure... Hope.

You fall in a street full of "people" hoping someone comes to your rescue but they gather around you, steal your phone and money and take their smartphones out to film you suffering enabling them to gain more likes on a platform of dreams.

Every day you convince yourself that tomorrow will be better even though all the evidence around you shows otherwise.

You believe in fictional gods they created for you. Something to hang on to give you that last desperate hope as your spirit fights to stay alive.

You die with no meaning and nobody even notices. Your body buried and your next of kin spends all of their life paying taxes to the elite for the ground space your remains lay in. It never ends.

Your perfect world. Isn't it beautiful?

Keep obeying, paying taxes to the elite. Keep voting and keep believing in their fictional promises to enjoy that slow d*ath the elite have condemned you too. Live in fear. Have nothing and be happy.

Now to see no way out so you accept without question. Pretending that life if wonderful while feeling your spirit scream in pain as it dies that slow d*ath.

Welcome to Real World. You are now... Zombie.