We are all soldiers pre-manufactured, asleep in a psychedelic liquid, fractured. Awash in false memory. To one day wake full of righteous anger toward our enemy, built to hate the systems embedded within us. Assembled, with a destructive lust to live only in our dreams.
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3 points
It has poem in the title, fellas.
Good work. I would suggest formatting a seperation between each stanza/line; to make it more “poetic”.
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