Sell part of yourself for credit and wealth
purpose death authentic self dead, rich men
own you and everything you do is a favour to
them, yell the truth at the top of your lungs
and you'll be dealt with because you rebelled,
self-centered puppet modelled for the elites
agenda, feeding the youth ego food while the
elites wish them ill health. knowledge of self
is the only way out of this hell,
undoing the spell that's plagued us for
generations, will we wake up? Only time will
tell.
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Author:
CaitEva (
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We all are slaves to one of two masters . One is Heavenly and the other is matter . One is forever the other will our ashes scatter .
one is heavenly and the other is matter? 😮
I'm not sure even esoteric knowledge is a way out of what we have created, assuming a way out is needed. I like your poem, laralove.
Hmm... maybe my poem was a little too blunt. I write poems like this one when I become passionate about humans being treated as cattle by the elites and get carried away. I resonate with your comment more when I'm on a peaceful frequency.
Thank you 🙂
Ooooo you are good! Pen warrior indeed, will write poetry wiser than the enemy will ever be.
Carry on being you!
Thank you so much :')
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