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They think they could try whoring me
Sometimes daily
Most of the times quarterly
***ing my mind sorely
But the lies already bore me
The truth is in store
Too many hate
So they berate
Why others love & adore me
Some may understand and relate
With the self loathing and hate
Daily television depicted
Love for self is consistently restricted
Too thin or too thick
Light like a feather
Or heavy like a brick
The media
Uses psychology to erupt mental flames
Defame many names
Ignite feelings of shame
Destroying the souls of many
In this very land of so called plenty
Whinnie the who
But whose in charge of the actuality of you!
The factual highly reactual
Reacting to the world it imposes
Synthesizes and then decomposes
Thorns unseen
Like beautiful roses
Rivers running
Like he who flows this
But not many know this
So the sea of many
Become the multitude to cry
There is silence in heaven for an hour
Before we are taken up to fly
Just please take note
Not necessarily just what I wrote
But use your own microcosms of energy
Become the weapon of choice
Let your anger towards deified lies
Be the enchanting voice
Let them know
We are who we choose to be
And we become who we wanna be
Not by what is audibly brainwashing us on radio
Neither that which is forced upon on our third eyes on t.v.
For only YOU determine your destiny
Whether right now you choose happiness and peace
Or if you allow the floodgates of lies to pour into your minds
To make you witness your own soul become decease…
… Please
No more truth deprivation through legislation
But seek diligently, whole-heartedly and increasingly
So you too could feel the pain released!
SkTzO
