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White Noise
With eyes peeled open
you watch as the images
flash by.
They work to train your
thoughts and make you
believe their lies.
Whatever the guise they
may take, and the claims
they make, they are mere
puppets controlled by the
balcony strings.
They keep you tuned in
and belch out their headlines,
plaster the gruesome scenes,
salivating all the time.
As a whitewash for the mind
they play the same things over again,
just to make certain you receive
the message.
Though you claim your own
perception, how often your
lips move while their words
spill out upon the floor.
However you try to escape
they are there, everywhere
you turn they lay in wait.
Only in silence can sanctuary
be found, but even then you
can never be certain it has
not come too late.
6:08 PM - 10/10/2006 -
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