What rests before our eyes isn't even the half of it,
Twisted and torturous, their goal is to kill the spirit.
Flipping the brain upside down and back again,
Palpitations at the front, similar to Dragon's Den.
Elite businessman are into some wicked shit,
It's too much for most, don't be having a fit.
Adrenochrome from snatched kids who die alone,
Panic stricken mothers calling authorities on the phone.
Trying to tell the average person hidden truths,
The mainstream hiding mysteries like evil sleuths.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2026 04:20
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Here this poem presents a world of evil that comes from the demonic. Well done
I'll vote for social circumstances, uncertainty. disadvantage to be responsible for many, or most disturbances of the mind.
Your writes really dig into it all , Shaun.
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