All materials are hollow and fake,
Don’t live in illusion, O man — awake!
They buy your silence, they sell you a lie,
While truth is buried and freedom runs dry.
You chase the gold, but lose your peace,
The more you gather, the less you cease.
The soul you carry is chained and bruised,
In a world where truth is mocked, abused.
You wear their labels and crave for praise,
But miss the light in your inner blaze.
They feed you fear, they shape your will,
Then sell you pills to keep you still.
O rebel soul, now hear the call,
Refuse to kneel, refuse to crawl.
This house of mirrors must be burned,
For only then can truth be learned.
No gods in malls, no peace in greed,
No joy in power, no love in need.
Return, O seeker, to silence deep,
Where ancient truths no longer sleep.
The world may mock, the blind may scorn,
But those who wake are twice reborn.
So drop the mask, deny the fake —
And rise, O man. For now you wake.
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