Kingdom of the Lie

Divide, divide, divide.

They've canned
not just their laughter,
but each sound
that they make,
with preprogrammed 
reactions, poses,
postures
that they take.

All one and the same
infestation of the mind,
the collapse will come willingly
and they won't even try,
just cheer as everything dissolves,
from standards to their drives
and all natural bonds of life
will meet their dark demise.

The puppeteers who caused this
will stay comfortably at home.
The Earth will remain spinning
when you find yourself alone.
Absence leaves the space for pain
in this Kingdom of the Lie
that all of us divide, anyway,
until the day we die.