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You have a sturdy wick, but your candle has lost its glow. The demons trail behind you, and you may never know. Because you walk blindly with eyes shut, though you can see. And you say it’s none of my business but your ancestral comes from me.
This generation....
This generation stabs in the back, slaps in the face, won't feed thy neighbor but gluttonize with every taste. Ambition turns into addiction and births greed. Spread the nut but won't take care of the seeds. Beat your women ignore their cries. Black eyes, allies, blue cops, white lies. Your divine order is going counterclockwise. Drug funded franchise, sex your way to the top to capitalize. Sex trafficking innocent children, blood sacrifice to immortalize. Brainwash juvenile minds in a cult you demonize. Advertise and glamorize sins on TV to normalize. Desperate for fame you compromise, MK ultra-hypnotized. Common sense and Freedom paralyzed. Stop me when I start to tell lies! To summarize you idolize your oppressor who doesn’t sympathize. And if you’re Black Lives Matter then you’re scrutinized. Because you symbolize breaking free from racial oppression that is subliminally legalized. But if you’re an athlete that’s fantasized, they’ll show you favor till you take a knee, then you’ll be scandalized and penalized. Because your freedom of speech ain’t free. So, you’re forced to apologize and put the tail between ya knees because you’re in a contract that you can’t flee.
You forget morals. You leave out the truth. You set a horrible example for the youth. Mental illness is avoided. Medication Heavily Exploited. Natural cures are frowned upon. Denial of trauma that brought it on. Drug abuse to fade the insight of that uncle who touched you at late at night. Jealousy of those who’s love is real, that came from privilege and never had to steal. You never had a parent, so you don’t know how to parent. Simple understanding but not so transparent.
I see it all, you are your own downfall. And why should I catch you when I have already taught you how to walk ... with perfect balance, yet you choose ..not use , what you've been taught. You pray too little and complain too much. Show off at love one’s funerals but never kept in touch. Your wrath should only be with yourself; you have a spouse you prayed for ...but lust with someone else. Your insecurities are in overdrive, eating you alive passed to your children now they’re deprived.
You have a sturdy wick, but your candle has lost its glow. The demons trail behind you, and you may never know. Because you walk blindly with eyes shut, though you can see. And you say it’s none of my business but your ancestral cane from me.
Wake up...and Stay Woke
Drastic changes I command you to invoke!
“Nycewitit†©
