🪄🎭 The Puppet Parade and the Scratched Record Business 💰💿
🌀 What they don’t know: is that I’ve already seen this play a million times.
the same recycled litany,
The same lies and premeditated schemes.
They think they’re special. Original. Important.
But they’re just mass-produced copies.
Emotional clones, with worn-out scripts
and gestures rehearsed to the point of boredom.
The same scenes.
The same tricks.
Only with different faces —
as predictable as they are irrelevant.
It’s like watching a loop of puppets repeating empty, malicious choreographies in the name of interests, merely to keep a business going. Completely lacking credibility.
The only thing I don’t understand is who they think they’re fooling with these ties and setups… and who is the fool funding this circus 🎪.
They don’t know I already guessed the ending.
🎭 Repeated Scene 372: "Pretend you don’t like her and that you’re into someone else..."
🙋♀️ If they already made you act out that scene, raise your hand.
🎭 Repeated Scene 495: “If they already sent you with a string around your neck and a heart hanging, raise your hand.” 🙋♀️
They think they’re original. Special. Important.
But they’re just a copy of someone else.
In a few days or months, they’ll be replaced.
Swapped for new figures, new wannabes, who’ll come and perform the exact same scenes.
They do it with devotion.
With that blind faith of someone who thinks they’re the lead.
But they never will be.
They’ll never be the center of the story.
They’ll always be the bought ones.
The Judases.
The ones who stab you in the back with a smile.
The extras.
The climbers.
The wannabes.
🪞 Reflections of someone who’s seen it all before.
It takes years and years, a whole battalion of people 😂
a worn-out stage of theaters,
repeated traps, spying, threats,
lies that are nothing but lies —
and will never be anything more.
🔮 No matter how much my mind turns… nothing makes sense.
It is nothing but an insult to people’s intelligence.
They destroyed the natural and replaced it with artificial and false things.
They do to a person
the most grotesque things,
inside a confinement,
with calculated malice and sadism.
Then,
they place that same person in a chair
and dump everything they did on them
just to see how long they endure,
whether they stand up,
whether they explode,
whether they laugh or cry!!?
The greed for money,
the insatiable thirst for power,
the addiction to possession,
to seizing a vision
that was never theirs,
that does not belong to them
and never will.
A battalion of people,
years of empty effort,
just to sustain
a poorly told joke.
The thought spins in circles:
what is all this effort for
in a joyless circus?
🌍 I carry the world upon my shoulders.
It was carved into my skin,
like a visible seal.
And the mission I was given
is hard and immense.
When a part of me dies,
a part of the world dies too.
For when my soul,
still bound to the essence of nature,
fades away,
the world too will die —
silent,
orphaned of its own heart.
🌑 What a pity…
so many lost opportunities,
and humanity will keep wandering,
chained to ignorance and unawareness.
And I no longer know…
whether to laugh at the grotesque farce,
or cry for human misery.
Because all of this
is nothing but an endless absurdity,
a ridiculous echo,
a show that died
before it even began.
A sad spectacle!
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