Listen up, listen up,
I know out there it gets rough,
Feel normal but been through some stuff.
Sometimes feel like I've got a broken brain,
Been down those rabbit holes, trying to maintain.
Questioning all the lies that we've been sold,
Not insane though, psychosis had a firm grip and hold.
Demons attack the mind, it's not a chemical imbalance,
Science and modern day meds are a poisoned chalice.
Are we playing God's game in this realm ruled by Satan?
Only the creator holds blueprints and the final plan.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Online)
- Published: July 16th, 2025 05:48
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 1
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