That Which Is Fictioned

If only that which is fictioned, Did not idolize to popularize corruption... And its feeding of greed to glamorize it, Less attractive would be the acceptance... Upon those unconscious... Seeking lives to fantasize. Leaving reality and those attempting, A recognized quality of life slipping away... But remnants of it still exists, To be kept safely protected from thieves... And their desires to capitalize, On fear, threats and increasing deceptions... Created fresh on a daily basis to focus upon, Filling over-stuffed pockets. Although... These activities can and could be stopped, By those awakening with a conciousness... And not gawking with their jaws dropped. But... Instead, With a determination to chase away... Every sign that represents a worshipping of delusion. And that which has been fictioned, Eliminated from minds hypnotized and medicated... To accept beliefs that bring them more grief, Than a happiness denied from overdosing on lies.