Desperate measures,
To take impulsively.
Seldom reduces to produce,
An alternate truth to perceive...
More acceptable,
Than a reality to project it...
Has a credibility to accept.
Not refuse.
Yet...
Already removing the delusion.
And remarkably awakening,
Many no longer disbelieving...
How they have been used.
To become completely deceived.
By the enactment of distractions.
Performed and sold to sell well.
But...
For how long does an impulsive act,
With desperate measures to take.
Keep those blinded,
To a quality of life...
Noticeably fading.
Away from them each day.
With this expected to be overlooked.
Not seen but agree upon its disappearance.
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