At times blending into the background, they surround,
Being so nonchalant with viewpoints, never profound.
Watching what you do, every hour, minute and second,
Sensing something sinister, running to tell the reverend.
Monitoring spirits are hateful but want to hang around you,
Cut off the watchers and non supporters, its long overdue.
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