I'm walking quick around the Tesco supermarket store,
Most of these people won't be aware of spiritual war,
In bed with their demons, not needing God anymore,
I see bodies fat and ragged, rotting down to the core.
Sometimes engaging with them can be a kind of bore.
Hope is not lost, even I had a rebirth and an encore,
See beyond the bricks and material things, I implore,
Not perfect and with all my faults I'm keeping score,
Given money for taxes and the government want more,
Stay away from those who practice the Lion's Paw,
The black and white everywhere, chequerboard floor,
What secret files are hidden within that desk drawer?
I'd never off myself but life on Earth is such a bloody chore.
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What's a chore and a bore to me, is the contestants on some shows, and the bit about their backgrounds, etc. They'll get their photo albums out next! lol.
Haha, like The Chaser when they are all asked about what slave job they do lol.
Now how did masonry get into this poem. A most interesting combination of an order and boredom. secrecy revealed. Nice
Hmm I wonder haha, thank you.
The checkered floor what is right and what is wrong. Knowledge comes from the North the direction of nothingness. You are most welcome
Shaun, Happy Earth (chore?) Day! 🤣😅 This has that raw, walking-through-it-all feeling…just going about your day while everything underneath is turning over. That Tesco scene stayed with me…simple on the surface, but there’s more going on. I’ve felt that kind of tension too. Strong, honest write. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, glad that it resonated with you too.
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