Subliminal Takeover

Fear begins at every end. Bend the will, don't make it break. Illusion creates a freedom false so none need seek a means of escape. I've never cared for shaking hands. Script is bitter to my voice. Corpses live through linear grid where expectations rule the choice. Complex in inferior brand. Mockery makes majority smile. Numbers blind need more to find to multiply the gullible pile. "No" becomes a threatening gun. One that bleeds the scripted mind. Just one word, now tables turn. Acceptance runs, becomes resigned. Nothing left to be as is. All is caught and bought as owned. Infected is each complication. Forced to form into a clone. Questions are against the rules. "More" is not what you should have. Stasis keeps the playpen clean. Searches might make you go mad. Judgement keeps its backhand cocked. Tremble at its biased throne. Eccentric thoughts are quickly caught and tossed outside illusion's home. Rejection is not quite pristine. Sometimes I find its sign a must. It keeps my stance in glance of "I," divided from the lie of "us." Perception is the greatest threat. One that you must not achieve. Control needs you to only BE; It does not care if you BELIEVE.