What would RTH do?

That is the question.

If I were in a highschool yearbook, they would vote me most likely to die of a lynch mob. That does not prevent me from opening my mouth and serving a warm hearty cup of STFU to people who deserve it. My dark scathing humor will leave no matter of existence untouched. My innocence will touch your soul.

Welcome to a warped world turned inside out and upside down. All sorts of discretion advised.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The Blue Pill (Do Not Wake Me Up)

This was originally conceived and written by me on October 12th 2008. After a years worth of hibernation on facebook, it has aged enough to come out more publicly. Obviously one year later I have no idea why I wrote this. Something tells me its something to do with the matrix. It might also have something to do with the oncoming election. What do I know, honestly?

They tried to sell me the truth, the truth would set me free
I had been asleep for too long, and it was time to open my eyes
simple is the price to pay for opening a world infinite
laying down entering the world I confine myself to the mind
there is no glory in sustaining inertia
preserving the soul from the forces abound, perpetual is the need for motion
molded by the power of knowledge, they tried to make a trade with me
that one ought not remain in rest and peace
stay a vassal of selfish contentment, when even the blind can see
that I am the lesser amidst the mortals
a jarring defect of asynchrony in the wheel of perfect harmony

They tried to sell me the truth, the truth would set me free
they tried to shake me awake with the even trade of freedom with freedom
foolish is denial, escape is cowardice complete
courage epitomized by investing the price
to open ones eyes in the truth of the world that we live in
emerge from the shadows of slumber
to the light of the life that offered glory to bask in
transform from a scion of villainous schemes
into a hero with the vision of conformity
melt myself in the baptismal fire of judgment, forge myself into the spoke
falling in alignment rotating along the way it was designed to be

They tried to sell me the truth, the truth would set me free
to swallow the red pill of knowledge, pay the price of freedom
but the world that they offer is not really free
it is the cage of glass that opens to a field of dreams stretching endlessly
untouched hyperopic in vision myopic in movement
invisible walls and unnamed barriers holding back without touch
a world where everyone walks free undaunted unrestricted
absolute complete mortal freedom enshrined within truth
traded and purchased with a worthy price of eternity
the confinement of mind and soul
unfeeling uncaring unloving island of paradise

They tried to sell me the truth, the truth would set me free
telling me we are all entrapped cold steel encompassing me
what they did not tell me was that the truth was within me
the world I enter when I close my eyes
is created by me for me to be, to be able to be me
no walls hold back when I reach out and touch
ceaseless dreams bringing into life reality
slumber awakening a taste of forbidden freedom
the red pill will wake me up into truth rejuvenated and saved
the blue pill will cast me deeper into the the bliss of my sinful stupor
I chose the blue pill, do not wake me up, I live a dream, I sold my life and lived their lie.

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