Congruence unfound amidst the overload of propoganda
saturated coverage of all that isnt real
manufactured outrage on the airways in our daily dose of
misdirected meaning and the anguish that we feel
lost within the tumuly of corruption we are blinded by the
glare of foggy fusion as we struggle to believe
double-speak is burbled by the orchestra of new commotions
cacophonic carnage colours everything we breathe.
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