Removing yourself gradually from the dirt and hellfire,
Awakenings worldwide, we're as lively as a gospel choir.
A deep seated projection on what things are physical,
Plotting in lodges to hold you away from the miracle.
Pushed myself to the forefront but maybe I'm not there yet,
Evil eyes are watching when we open minds through the inlet.
Chaos and confusion, division, then always repetition,
Polarisation and distraction are the enemies mission.
The brainwashing is wearing off, prepare to be shook,
Like Muhammed Ali punching you with a right hook.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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Good write Eddie (Thompson), erm, Shaun. lol.
Haha!
"Float like a butterfly sting like a bee" a fun read that has rap qualities. Nicely done Shaun
Thank you.
Most welcome Shaun
Shaun, I dig that awakening here isn’t presented as some peaceful little moment of enlightenment. It’s disruptive. Once you start questioning what you’ve absorbed and how you’ve been shaped, there’s no particularly comfortable way back to sleep. Fantastic write, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks!
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