Simulated Reality

"If the universe is just a simulation, 

then what simulates the simulators?"
 

State of the Republic

Comrades,

Gather around and listen to the glorious state of our socialist republic. I stand before you today, proud as a peacock, to report on our achievements.

Thanks to the hard work of our bureaucracy, our economy is still standing, just barely. Our clever system of central planning and price controls has ensured that we can all afford to buy bread, as long as it's stale and black.

Our healthcare system remains a shining example of...well, let's just say it's free. You won't find a more affordable place to die.

Our education system is second to none, teaching our citizens to recite Marxist slogans and write long reports that no one will ever read.

But let's not forget, dear comrades, there are still some challenges ahead. Our enemies at home and abroad are still trying to ruin our socialist utopia. But we will fight back, with our army of paper pushers and rubber stampers.

So let us raise a glass to the glorious future of our socialist republic. May we always be united, obedient, and ready to sing the praises of our leaders.

Long live the bureaucratic nightmare!

 

Life during wartime

A corrupt government sits on a throne, 

With power and wealth as their own. 

They rule with greed and selfish might, 

Ignoring the people's plight.

The economy crumbles beneath their feet, 

As they line their pockets with deceit. 

The people suffer in poverty and strife, 

While the leaders live a life of luxury and delight.

War breaks out, fueled by hate and pride, 

The innocent caught in the crossfire, nowhere to hide. 

Bombs and bullets rain down from the sky, 

As the government's corruption and greed reach new heights, they lie.

The future looks bleak, with no end in sight, 

As the corrupt government continues to rule with all their might. 

But the people will rise, with a voice loud and clear, 

And demand a government that's fair, just and sincere.

 

Fake World

"A computer dreamed it was a kind old dragon, soaring through a virtual sky. When it woke up, it asked itself, 'Was I a computer dreaming I was a dragon, or a dragon dreaming I was a computer?'  How can you tell the difference between a simulation and reality?" 
 

Stone and Ashes

Stone and Ashes

our final remains

let the soul depart

joined with angels

freedom awaits
 

No Security

There's no security

only actions
 

Oh Death

Oh Death

cruel, yet kind

freedom awaits

our troubled souls