Weakened By Created Nonsense

Today our lives are here to witness, The staging of events. Every increment of man made time, Is to ensure fear is celebrated... With our minds condensed in it. Disturbance with the turbulence, Is meant to not make sense. Since all of us are thought to be unconscious, To leave us weakened... By the created nonsense. Naturally we are born to love. Not build fences of hatred, Or feel a need to wear boxing gloves. But to control is to condition. With the selling of beliefs... There is a need to increase suspicions.