They say that in this place nothing what it seems,
Lost in the routine and fishing for our dreams.
I once astral projected but it was accidentally,
Toughening myself all the way up now mentally.
No longer celebrate Halloween, sold my masks,
Separated by God to see if I'm up to the tasks.
Little by little my old self is falling away, slumped,
Detox my soul, body parts, Holy water pumped.
Becoming the Doom Slayer, exorcising my mind,
Awake to the warfare while they stumble blind.
Politics is fake, energised my whole vocabulary,
Ghouls and goblins in windows but you can't see.
Behind closed doors council members satanic,
An iceberg of pure angels will sink their Titanic.
Nothing new, generational worship of evil is here,
Look, discern intently, important to have no fear.
It's out of control, we can only bring awareness,
A melting pot of filth pouring out on the surface.
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Now that is something to look forward to. What a stew you have concocted in this poem of events. I feel that we are all being force fed such news and events. Well done although I don't want the recipe and will pass on seconds. The poem is a good one.
Haha yes, it doesn't look nice does it lol.
Aww, we chucked some cold water from upstairs over some trick or treaters. We best not do it again, as E.T. might turn up at Halloween. lol.
Shaun, I had to chuckle at the Doom Slayer reference! 😂 Now there's an interesting approach to spiritual warfare! Though I suspect the real demons we ought to worry about are the ones wearing expensive suits and making decisions that affect everyone else. Great poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Yes totally agree, it's like the eye of the needle quote in the Bible, thanks pal.
nicely written
Thank you.
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