All the clarity applied, implied, on the minds of many,
through the lenses of frosted eyes so blue
spawns nothing but pain.
Nothing but sorrow, tears, and blood.
Take your clairvoyance and apply it to life in the physical,
visions through the blizzard and into
the heat of sun-drenched lands now blood-soaked,
seeping through minerals of Apples and Androids.
Presumptuous half-hearted homunculus
self-destruction is the power without knowing what the function is.
Colonizers shifting the keys and labels,
leaving us concerned with tactile illusions,
colonized minds caught in the malfunction.

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Italics from Immortal Technique’s Toast to the Dead