Nothing here is for sale

Living in a world of struggle turns hopeful nights into useless chips in a rigged game of chance. Choked by dices in a sea of strangers, inhibited by the glimpses of leeching portals that judge back as they see through. Hoarding memories as currency in exchange for public recognition and worthless reputation. The statement of encouragement was promised yet never addressed and those waiting in the mud sorrow in silence while being mugged for their last breath.
Claiming to be awake has become a treacherous assertion in current times. Nevertheless, If I am not then those I see per diem are not souls and there are far more pressing matters to attend. A mighty hand shook my hair when I cried for help, making me realize the true worth of those goods and chattels that appear to give men importance in the eyes of every mother’s son. For this and this only, I decided to walk stripped of bindings across the lugubrious alleys that disembowel the pockets of dons and cads.
What do you turn in when they see you? A children’s book morphs into true assertiveness when reflecting upon the bullshit our society has become. My integrity became a good swarmed by parasites that wish against my welfare.
Only after strolling naked in the evil flooded streets of a broken city, I became aware of the true nature and recession that charms its way into our psyche. Opened my eyes like a newborn child barely able to distinguish light, unaware of the wicked fate that departs in a poorly designed dystopian future based on pride and bodies for sale. Not only genitals but corpses, everything seems to be accessible to the highest bidder willing to give everything for a charming moment of despair.
I pity those that depend on the other side of the world with programming APIs, putting immersive experiences in the first place at the immaculate consulate of corruptive outcomes.
The goal is to stand still and know that we can arrive whenever we want to the gates of enlightenment.
No matter how much dejection seems to be accumulated our spirit will never be for sale and our name will be remembered in the chants of the modern bards that will praise our victories in the broken inns.
Why would I sell my soul for empty promises?
Why would I preach the name of broken soothsayers?
Why would I break my spine over prideful corpses?
Never again will I sell my integrity for valueless assurances
I will keep my head high in this roguish world of lies.
Soon enough we will be remembered as latter-dayed prophets and our martyrdom will be a worthwhile cause
Do not despair, for we have our eyes open in a plane of mendacity.
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