My digits exorcise all those unclean spirits,
Leaving them stranded in the rearview mist,
Reality drives people to get high or be pissed,
We were never meant to be living like this.
Problems occur,
Nights out are a blur,
Children are dying, nobody care.
Why do I feel for the world's injustices?
Legions would rather watch a film and eat Butterkist.
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Haha, you're too clever and having too much fun herein.
Means a lot thank you (:
I doubt if in some cases, it's not demons that are responsible for things, but that's not to say they don't exist at all. I thought you mean you was gonna do some exercise! lol.
I think they do influence people and we have angels and demons guiding us, I know it sounds out there but just a theory, I will do exercise later lol!
Yes I believe it as you do. Thought there might be too many people saying they have their \'personal demons\'. Or at least I don\'t think it\'s literally true for everyone. For some it may just be a figure of speech.
Meanwhile - you done that exercise yet? lol.
Modern living is so marked by disconnectedness, apathy and internal struggle. We are driven to distraction without much as a mere hint of resolution.
Very well said.
A enjoyable and clever read, Thank you
Much appreciated.
You are very welcome
Great write
Thanks pal.
You're welcome
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