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This is a Thoughtcrime
Newspeak or oldspeak
The telescreen is watching
So just don't speak.
The truth is not hidden but forbidden,
No kidding like the junior spies,
Cause everything that's true
Is surely a lie.
In the end the truth will never rise
For your eyes to see
What something’s really be.
Love is Hate but wait
Cause war is peace.
Doublethink is the reason why people cease
To question the party.
You’ll never get ahead but remain forever tardy
Cause the party knows when u are sleeping
Knows when you’re awake
They know when you’ve been bad or good so be good for goodness sake
Or prepare to be flaked of the face of the earth.
The birth of your new baby to u has no worth.
This rhyme is a thoughtcrime
While I commit a sexcrime
And swallow my gin
If only the proles knew
How much power they contain within
So let me begin
Because I've just begun.
And I just began
To hardly understand
The knowledge of this culture.
The party kills me
Then eats my eyes like a vulture.
Or maybe a rat
That could sip wine.
Big Brother Big Brother
Is the name the people shrine
If only they knew how badly they're blind.
Then maybe I would deliver a sign
That would put their minds back online.
But In this state, ignorance is strength.
And the party will go to any length
To keep their power.
In the ministry of love you’re guaranteed to cower
Or to be vaporized
But that would to no one’s surprise
When your past gets erased.
There’s no breaking free
From this slavery
Unless your a prole
With a blessed soul
Who can see what this world should really be.
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The novel's science fiction correlations fit todays society very accurately.