Games

John Prophet

Games.
The game,
it is
a foot.
Puppet
Masters
showing
their hand.
Spinning
orb under
siege.
What
once was
disturbed,
disrupted.
Shaking,
cracking
foundations.
Different.
Minds
muddled,
confusion
reigns.
Pulsing,
manipulating
generations.
Linked.
Linked to
a new
horizon.
One generated
in a different
realm.
Unscrupulous.
Unexpected
chaos.
Chaos
on a
global
scale.
Change agents
plying the
clouds.
Coming,
evolving faster.
Faster than
counter
adjustments.
What
follows,
unfathomable.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 26th, 2021 22:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    True words, we never know what they are planning for us so to move along a different path is the way for us who care.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      So true. Navigate as best as possible away from the misdirection. JP



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