The great year’s new cycle will noticeably be.
A division of people , soon grouped into three.
The first are the chosen, ability to see.
That all fear has left them, learning love is key.
The second group larger, absorb all they’re shown.
Creating momentum, for truth to be known.
Last are the masses, armed only with hope.
Think everything’s bullshit, distrust horoscope.
They drank all the kool-aid, programmed not to see.
How every single person, (is secretly me).
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Author:
Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2023 10:36
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