We are all soldiers pre-manufactured, asleep in a psychedelic liquid, fractured. Awash in false memory. To one day wake full of righteous anger toward our enemy, built to hate the systems embedded within us. Assembled, with a destructive lust to live only in our dreams.

    • JaredLevi@lemmygrad.mlOPEnglish
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      23 days ago

      Honestly, I was just chilling, watching the show Severance, when the urge to write hit me—specifically, to write about how capitalism forges its own destruction due to its inherent contradictions. I also totally meant to post this to the creative writing sub, not comradeship. Oops!

  • -6-6-6-@lemmygrad.mlEnglish
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    22 days ago

    It has poem in the title, fellas.

    Good work. I would suggest formatting a seperation between each stanza/line; to make it more “poetic”.

  • Soviet Entropy@lemmygrad.mlEnglish
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    23 days ago

    This is a metaphysical question and can’t adequately be answered.
    You can believe it if you want. There is nothing we can say to dissuade you.

    Materialists reject this view tho. We believe that the material world, made of particles, is all that exists.
    But if believing we’re all in a dream makes you win power for the oppressed peoples of the world, then who am I to judge.

    • JaredLevi@lemmygrad.mlOPEnglish
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      23 days ago

      Totally based in material reality—maybe I just didn’t write it well enough. Thanks for the critique. Edited: This poem is about waking up to the contradictions of capitalism.