Meme 115

In Pound’s homeland,

Where the dead walked

And the living

Were of cardboard,

You may see now

The ancestors

Of red-pill jibes

And NPC

Comparisons,

The strange belief

The other’s fake,

An illusion,

And yet also

A brute zombie

You must bash down,

Your opponents

All self-deceived

Simulations,

You the hero,

Tired old hero

Who sees through those

Out to stop him

Seeking good,

Doing evil.