How it glues us to its screen, With images and sounds that never seem to pass. We're bombarded by the news, the ads, the shows, Until we're drowning in a sea of highs and lows.
The images they show us, they're not always real, But we believe them anyway, until we start to feel That everything is chaos, and nothing is true, And we're left wondering what we're supposed to do.
The ads, they tell us what we need to be happy, But once we have what they're selling, it's never snappy. We're left feeling empty, like zombies, And we're convinced we need more to make our lives bright.
The shows, they show us a world that's not quite right, Where violence and drama are the stars of the night. We're left feeling scared, like danger's lurking near, And we're convinced we need to watch more to conquer our fear.
Oh, this can be such a curse, With its negative effects that seem to just get worse. It's up to us to see through its facade, And to remember that not everything we see is a real, valid odd.
This piece watches how the cabal uses media as a tool of control, corrupting and imprisoning the minds of their victims, turning them away from the truth and also watching them, what they want them to see.
Beware of the Cabal