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Okay, so this is a totally random thing that I wrote. If I remember correctly, I was in one of those "hate the world" moods.

 

This life is an allusion

Brought on by my delusion

Trying to make sense of this confusion

George Orwell forbids me

From using my metaphors

To explain a story

Explain hundreds of times over before

I no longer have the strength

To find words not used before

Conditioned oppression

Confusion and greed

Obsession and depression

Keeps the cycle going

The diseases that fee the world

Make or break time

Love to love or love to hate

Things I hate keep me going

Things I love are considered sin

Big Brother tries to control me

Slams me back into this empty corner

Of the world that we have come to embrace

Reviews

[Legacy]

Good Evening Jessica,

The first three lines � powerful interpretation of ones mind correlating.

George Orwell� Eric Arthur Blair as he wanted the world to know, by placing this name on his headstone. No doubt you portray him as a friend, stressing his views on metaphors� his words; writings were no less than reality at its finest.

Running out of words? I can definitely see this happening, the trick is the artistic way we rearrange them.

"The diseases that fee the world"� correct me if I am wrong (did you mean to say feed?) never-the-less, OUTSTANDING line, very powerful, very impactable and very true.

(Love to hate) I can only shake my head on this one� what irony in this line, perfect.

The next two to follow, definitely the world's perception � a shame really, what fuels us and marks us as condemned.

The eye in the sky� (I think the word "tries")� you're giving them too much credit.

Last two, what a beautiful way to finish off a nice piece.

Just a suggestion � I really feel this piece deserves a title. (Our friend George might have titled it "Reality")

Have a wonderful day!

Thanks for the read, don't ever stop writing.

Legacy