Member Poem

We are the oppressed,
trapped in an illusion —
it feels like we have a choice:
red pill or blue pill.

But we are caged;
our minds are too far gone.
It’s all a game.

They played smart.
We’re living in a monopoly.

But it’s only a matter of time.

So choose your player.
Wake up.
Question these choices.
Question the media.

Question the man in the mirror —
the one pulling strings behind your back.

Our suppressors,
our master —
the man with no face,
no name,
yet he knows everything about you.

Crazy, huh?

So you have to decide:
red pill or blue pill?
Suppressor or oppressor?

Power runs through his veins
while we suffocate.

We’re drained,
running the rat race.

They set us back,
distracted us with falsehoods,
tampered with the frequencies
that shape what we believe.

They don’t want our freedom.
Freedom is an illusion —
just like the illusion of choice.

Is there an escape?
Can the cycle break?
Are we safe?

Why are there punishments
for waking up?

I thought this was just a game.