I'm God's soldier,
This planet is like pure torture,
I see a devil in the corner,
Wanting your soul to barter.
Don't let this evil world change you,
Keep all of your manners and stay true.
Fallen angels and demons rule this realm,
Would you want Picard or Kirk at the helm?
Processed food pushes people under the NHS,
Copying fake gangsters, get sent to jail for less.
Sky News is black magic without the potions,
Fear mongering all our thoughts and emotions.
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Comments2
Is that you there in the pic?!
Hhaha, not this time.
Dark portents fill this poem that proposes a fix by following the lead of a strong God. Nicely written
Thanks (:
Most welcome
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