There is a method to the madness
I think in maniacal paralells contrarian to the fact
Your side, My side somewhere in the mosh pit lies the truth
Foreshadowing outcomes with clarity and tact
Maneuvering around with minimal damage inside this big blue cell
Welcome to Babylonian Plain sight hell
Where the odds against you are purposefully stacked
Sheeptality clamoring to be immersered further into enslavement
Ignorance adored; folks walkin dead chasin pavements
Insurmountable fears ready to take flight
Follow the asshole in front is the program
Freedom does not compute
Liberation is blasphemy if you speak it in their presence
They will run to Massa like their ass in on fire to tell Massa on you
Worthless the lot of them we wont need them to rise from the ashes
We just have to identify and remove like weeds
I digress, say less
What beast will you feed?
Which lane will you hit top speed?
The catacombs of life be damned
Humanity should be the universal creed
Accord harmoniously Strummed on the same frequency
Elevated in Nature fortified unity, bigger picture frame
Energy pointed upward collectively
Cocked, loaded and ready to reign...
About the Creator
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Author's Notes: To keep you on your feet, and cos I'm not feeling well (yep, I'm repeating that lol!) I am doing some preamble rather than postamble. I do not apologise for the clickbaity type title and subtitle. This is another Abecedarian that's been lying around digitally in my WIP/down the back of the digital sofa for way too long. So out into the world it goes.
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