The things we hold sacred have been lost to the matrix; blue pill or red. We have all been misled. Silence will not save us, long been sold, long been bred but they now no longer need us – read the book of the dead. So they wonder while we wait, what will become of our fate in the land of milk and honey what will they do without no money? How do we watch the world decay and pretend it’s the only way? If you knew the truth of what life meant would you take the blue anyway?