Control can sometimes be an illusion.
But sometimes you need
illusion to gain control.
Fantasy is an easy way to
give meaning to the world,
to cloak our harsh reality
with escapist comfort.
After all,
isn't that why we surround
ourselves with so many screens?
So we can avoid seeing?
So we can avoid each other?
So we can avoid the truth?

God can help you.
Is that what God does?
He helps?
Tell me,
why didn't God help my innocent friend
who died for no reason
while the guilty roam free?
Okay, fine.
Forget the one-offs.
How about the countless wars
declared in his name?
Okay, fine.
Let's skip the random,
meaningless murder for a second,
shall we?
How about the racist,
sexist, phobia soup
we've all been drowning
in because of him?
And I'm not just talking about Jesus.
I'm talking about all
organized religion...
exclusive groups
created to manage control,
a dealer getting people hooked
on the drug of hope,
his followers nothing but addicts
who want their hit of bul.lsh.it
to keep their... their
dopamine of ignorance,
addicts afraid to believe the truth...
that there is no order,
there's no power,
that all religions are just
metastasizing mind worms
meant to divide us
so it's easier to rule us
by the charlatans that want to run us.
All we are to them are paying fanboys
of their poorly written
sci-fi franchise.
If I don't listen to
my imaginary friend,
why the fu.ck should I listen to yours?
People think their worship's
some key to happiness.
That's just how he owns you.
Even I'm not crazy enough
to believe that distortion of reality.
So fu.ck God.
He's not a good enough scapegoat for me.

What is it about society
that disappoints you so much?
Oh, I don't know.
Is it that we collectively
thought Steve Jobs
was a great man, even when we knew
he made billions off the backs of children?
Or maybe it's that it feels like
all our heroes are counterfeit.
The world itself's just one big hoax.
Spamming with our running
commentary of bu.lls.hit
masquerading as insight, our
social media faking as intimacy.
Or is it that we voted for this?
Not with our rigged
elections, but with our things,
our property, our money.
I'm not saying anything new.
We all know why we do this,
not because Hunger Games
books makes us happy
but because we wanna be sedated.
Because it's painful not to pretend,
because we're cowards.
Fu(n)cksociety!