Hollow Akira from Flux Populi by Chief and TheDoomsdayDevice

Five dimensional chess games to maintain
Keeping the little brains in check
Like here’s a foot on the neck for everyone
Is there a master of none in the place
Who can make us face facts with no tact?
Statuesque with open arms to help
Embrace the blowback and twist facts
Into a gauntlet tucked inside a labyrinth
It’s calculated madness mutating into the average
Tactic meant to drag you down
To a preexisting and everlasting absence
Of a base humanity where fiends for toxic interaction
Chase the dragon unattended
For those offended
The focus will get more intensive than any resentment
You are gifted or happen to witness
Courtesy of the wicked
The often self-appointed misrepresented
That emanate the insipid
Have you ever seen an aggressive victim
In their natural ecosystem fall in line
To personify the common symptoms?
Misery pulling the company in like tractor beams
To try and build regimes that go to great extremes
To shatter dreams
Live from life inside a society that walkabout
In the mouth of madness with knives out
Like taking a stab at making a turnabout
Of our fair play daily
Shaping life into No Exit vaguely
Other people now manifesting Hades mainly
For your safety consider
Disconnecting prior to some deep reflection
Like an answer isn’t necessary
When one rejects the question or the
Source that’s asking absent of remorse
Snaring a trap to overlap
Our collective frustrations and shortcomings
See what demons they can summon
Interruption of silent running
Stalled out in the ether just like followers
That have lost faith in the latest leader
It’s a mess of rumors and gallows humor
Cheap shots, the shallow version of deep thoughts
Enemies on the eve of an epoch
In the form of a pressure drop that’s
Born of friction and resistance
Imaginary danger dwells within this middle distance
Running things away it can’t slay

With a bit of caustic wit that’s
Meant to split sides into great divides
For their own benefit
Like nihilistic misfits mixed in with shadetree anarchists
Cats who clearly never took the time
To handle an amethyst for soul adjustment
Like a cure for the derangement from contagions
In the way of things potentially amazing if not
Life-changing, step away for some reevaluation
Or at least a quick escape from the debasing
Like a taste of victory
For the victims of the vindictive
Who have been depicted as some paradox
That’s phasing from existence

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