When looking deep into the systems that rule.
You'll see it began, when you started with school.
Stretching and forming you, into their mold.
Silent control, til your body is cold.
Removing yourself, from the things steering you.
Perceptional upgrades, to those that are true.
Begin with those things, that they give no reply.
closer inspection, shows all is a lie.
Beyond their control, there is something above.
You need it for everything, you guessed it, it's love.
For this love that's created, there's nothing to pay.
Finding the middle is the right place to stay.
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Author:
Steve Glodenfort (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: April 25th, 2025 13:16
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Comments1
A wonderful message sent with great rhyme and smooth flow
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