Cascade of Illusions

 Spinning in circles they couldn’t help but pass out. In a constant state of trouble we all awoke in another world. Our inner nature craved the smell of a woman but we were left with artificial intelligence instead. Realizing the tone of two men debating to be president, we couldn’t help but notice the gunfire outside. The reality became oh so real that someone had been left to fight their own battle. The victim bought his last taco at a Mexican restaurant only to later be hanged by his own people for pointing out the obvious truth. The cascade of illusions painted to draw a crowd were obvious and there was no reason for anyone to complain. The divide between the rich and the poor was real and the political divide proved it. One simple fact remained as the conversation grew deeper and deeper between two uncertain ideologies. Many took notice while standing on Mount Rushmore and some who knew what was ahead jumped to their death while trembling children became victims of a biblical war. Holy, holy, holy, they shouted, not knowing that they’d been funding a war machine with slippery gears. Falling to their knees, tipped over facing a rainbow flag, sisters and brothers became drunk in their own defilement. Ahead, there was more to come. The fragments of drugs flooded the minds of once pure thinkers and the system became riddled with dropouts. Praying to the sun, minute men became brutal examples defending a martyred king while pharaohs advanced carnage trading deadly drugs. Good men suffered only to realize that the laws that kept them in order could not contain the natural urges for more. Heroes who idealized saints could not accept the fact that a cascade of illusions could only be defeated by the true hearts of good conscience and once good conscience reaches its tipping point then war becomes untamable. The trick is to recognize the small particles of truth when deciding what’s real. In the end, all we ever wanted were their true intentions, but instead we got a Cascade of Illusions. In our quest for independence what was there to fear?