The deads
they have given up
they accepted what they have been told
they have surrender to the symbols
they want to become one of them
they want to be rich and famous and become king midas
they smirk on the ones who are fighting
they like to piss on the fighting ones’ candlelights
they believe in themselves
firmly
unquestionably
and
deadly
they have a large amount of hope in their eyes
they are hoping and hoping and hoping while polluting and killing and destroying
they are the dominant human conditions
they urge you to live like them
and
they are powerful too
they live in castles and dirt cheap studios
they are everywhere
they make you think that you are the black sheep
but they got one thing wrong
and that one thing got everything wrong
is that they think they are
right
justified
beloved
popularized
proven
written
and praised
they think they are the truth
so they say
no other way
no no other way
but here is a thing that never enter their minds
that
they are the untruth
they escaped from the box
but there are bigger boxes they don’t even aware
they dance to the shadows and feed on little joys
the believers
the worshipers
the aspiring go-getters
from dawn till dusk
they got it all wrong
they were dead all along
