It is not that hard to measure your Individual worth around here, There are metrics, units, set up to do the Self Worth Accuracy test (S. W. A) They do not mince words or numbers either So if it is sympathy you are gunning for The measurement system cannot afford that luxury. The system does not recognize Any weakness or mistakes It was one we instituted ourselves, A machine we built from scratch With codes of strict conduct, adherency and efficiency The system is not hidden, the product of it Is in your little warm cozy homes That is why there is the existence of black sheep In a family, the basic unit of the country The schools, the lense of the society They award you with certificates for passing through the system The organizations, the structure of the society They accept you on a criteria of how Well you passed the system That is the only way to perpetuate the being of the indisputable system This system is a prophecy fulfilled, and one that is still being fulfilled The Books of Old could not prevent it, their people had the virus too They craved the system, they enforced the system, they thrived on the system A system of imbalance, inequality, jungle justice George Orwell talked about the system, he preached it in books, The Animal Farm He wanted to reach the by-product of the system but he was too late To end the system, end the guardians of the system The Books of Old knew the cure, they predicted the cure, they waited for it A New Jerusalem, A New Rule @nsoul.poetry #v2
