Nope, I'm not a rapper but I'll holla right atcha,
Evil emerged from the ground, it didn't stagger.
Straight up into human hosts with weak minds,
God please help, we need to turn these tides.
Control is contrived via demons and MK Ultra,
Refuse to let them pin me up into a dark corner.
They have real operations for splitting of the mind,
Fame and riches have some running around blind.
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A frightening poem of mind control. In a world where everyone behaves like sheep and where people accept so readily what they hear on internet, news of social media it hardly seems necessary but is terrifying. Nicely done
Thanks pal, I'm glad it resonated.
Great write
Cheers mate.
You're welcome
Ahhh, a picture of a Mother-in-Laws Gathering! lol. But I doubt demons look ugly - or not all of them.
Hahah, mother in law, lol.
Powerful poem on brainwashing. Wow. Scary but profound stuff, my friend! Well done! 🌹👏 Now, can one pass me a Michelob Ultra...nah...just kidding! Not even when I did drink! 🤣
Thanks pal, haha I do drink but not as much these days.
Fair enough...though I am hoping something much better than Michelob Ultra! LOL! You are most welcome, mate!
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