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The web content is a poetic reflection on personal struggles, societal issues, and the search for truth, with a dedication to Salitha Nirmana Meththasinghe.

Abstract

The text presents a raw and introspective poem titled "Era of Hallucination," which delves into themes of self-medication, freedom of speech, and the dichotomy between victimhood and empowerment. The author, Kira Dawn, uses vivid imagery and provocative language to explore the complexities of human nature, the manipulation of narratives, and the quest for authenticity. The piece is a bold expression of individuality, challenging societal norms and reflecting on the fluidity of life. It concludes with a note of gratitude to the readers and a nod to the inspiration drawn from the kindness and support received.

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The author feels constrained by societal limitations on freedom of speech, likening it to being put on a leash.
Kira Dawn presents herself as a victim of the times, using poetry as an outlet to express her frustrations and hallucinatory experiences.
There is a sense of defiance and self-awareness, as the author acknowledges their role in their own hallucinations and the broader societal issues.
The poem suggests that life's outcomes are not random, implying a belief in a cosmic order or destiny.
The author takes a critical stance on the legal system, hinting at personal experiences with manipulation and the potential for injustice.
Kira Dawn expresses a complex relationship with her own identity, referring to herself as "a bitch" and "jaded," yet also as "The Gorgeous Mess."
The dedication to Salitha Nirmana Meththasinghe indicates a personal connection and influence on the author's work.
The author values the support of their audience, crediting them for the success and accolades received for the poem.

Here’s The Kicker. Flip the Script.

Ding! Ding! We Have a Winner!

Era of hallucination Shit I’m on chronic medication None of the above Unhealthy doses of masturbation Come fuck with me Satan

What happened to freedom of speech I heard Medium was starting to impeach Ugh oh the bitch is back Put me on a leash

Don’t say I didn’t warn you Straight shot jugular I’m the twin Astrology’s sin Make sure I have a next of kin

When I spew out venomous rhymes I’m just a victim of the times

That way I can stay in my hallucination Give me another hit It’s time for annihilation

Kira in the Sky Didn’t know I could get this high

I think I’m an easy target Sell me at the closing of the market

If I’m looking for an answer I start with the equation Numbers come out perfect Manipulative persuasion

Some people exist to complain A solution Fuck that Bye-bye pain Functioning brain

No longer insane No collapsed vein Never late for the train Kiss Bruce Wayne

Ugh oh You’re in trouble I believe you have been introduced to Kira’s body double The Gorgeous Mess She wears a negligee as her dress

Access Denied Did you see it was a triple homicide?

Curious Dying to know immediately How I can play the victim ever so seamlessly Can you teach me I do so with an eerie tone of tranquility

While I was distracting you with my narrative You only get what you give Word play Distracts from the relative

You were growing bored with that pitch Zoned out for a moment A luxury you couldn’t afford to miss I’m a bitch Deliberately sealed it with a kiss Blink of an eye Switch

The manipulator gets manipulated That’s because Daddy is an attorney This bitch is jaded

Watched people stupidly play the system I was little You can take me to trial I promise an acquittal

Better yet hung jury Either way your filled with fury You’re in a rush Yet in no hurry

Life is one big game Nothing stays the same

Always in flux Fuck There goes my $100 bucks

In the blink of an eye My shadow became the lie

I’m not sure I really answered your question A cosmic intervention

Nothing is happenstance Lose my faith Not a chance

A dedication poem to Salitha Nirmana Meththasinghe. I lost my footing. Found myself a bit off kilter. I am tired is all. It’s hard to be a hooker. I’m a fucking pressure cooker. I believe it’s because I have no filter!

Era of Hallucination

Poetry

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J.D. I thought if this piece when I saw your poem.

This poem has become one of the best I have ever written. It is because of your kindness and support that I was able to receive such great accolades. Thank you all for reading! I am forever grateful! God Bless You!

Kira Dawn a.k.a. The Gorgeous Mess/All Rights Reserved/2020.