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All around me are so many faces....So alike they are, so likened to faces only possible to a frozen-metalic expression; machines they are...

Cold-eyes always staring....Devoid of a Soul...

I observe from atop a Great Mountain, on the outside looking in I am, into this little bubble these people claim to be the "World"...

A mad "world" it is, more like a mad bubble....

I walk among them, they don't notice....I speak to them, now they label me a liar, a terrorist, calling me a fool and a traitor...

A stranger to some and a vision to none I am...

Strings....

I see them...controlling everything they say, do, and even think...

I follow these strings, upwards I search and search, only to find something attached to it.....Hands....and a Face?! On its very forehead it reads "Master of the Bubble".

I realize the strings carried with it a label aswell....

One read Religion, the other Racism, and the next Prejudism, Ignorance, Fear and Guilt. And out of the mouth of this "Master" comes a stench so rotten, promising Golden ages, Peace, Heaven, and false promises...Claiming itself to be"God" and its word the "Truth"....Lies disguised as Truth.....

I try once more, again the Puppet Master intervenes and whispers its lies to these puppets...these people...

I am derided and mocked, told that I am on the road to destruction....

Keeping them in the Dark, Its ugly head blocks out the Sun....

I get out my Flashlight, and show them the strings...I am pushed away and threatened....

Willful Ignorance....

Then I take a better look at their faces...

Hollow....No eyes with which to see...

Ears?! None, none with which to listen....My words fall upon DeAf ears....

Why?! why, why, why, why, why.....

In my head I want to drown my sorrows, oh so sad....Tears from these eyes of mine slowly make their way down to the cold-forsaken ground....

Tears shed, I stand there watching them go....like sheep to the slaughter.....

A world of the Blind, in which the Blind are leading the Blind....

I leave the Bubble.....

Upon the Great Mountain I contemplate, wondering when will I decide to be done with the Innocent.....Innocent....