Dive into degradation: get the lastest thing..
Minds: programmed for the trap"
Sell the dream; greener pastures; waters of life:
Question is: is it a lie?
Snake oil charmers in the midst?
Dive right in: it's a trist.
Fill you up', lift you high'
Questioned again: is it a lie?
Programmed for extermination: underclass as pawns':) feed on experimentation..Denigrate the Word..
Lap it up..all their muck, product that they sell..yes my friend, I am quietly convinced, the world's in the grip of hell!
Glad I got out...
Have no doubt, there is a chosen way, and not to many find it.
Blinded by the day.
Have no doubt; the words gone out: there is always a way. And sometimes if you find it there is no need to say, much:
Because you trust: you know who shows the way')
Shall we dine on offal, and swine, when only the sacred proffer?
Not the calf; kiss his bum..
The Lamb is: that's on offer.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
My friend, this comes in with real fire…there’s urgency here, like you’re trying to shake something loose. It doesn’t sit quietly…it pushes and presses the whole way through. Well done and a fave.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Looking for a way out this poem speaks of a few. Well done
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