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I'm none of the things
they say I am
or think I am
t h e y d o n ' t k n o w m e
I'm about to start a war
dare unlawful laws
I’ve been robbed
of my inheritance . !
the clowns
they laugh at me
I embrace my darkness
my darkside
I love my hidden self
my dodgy shady self
that protects me
from hungry eyes
t h a t d e e m m e p r e y
they crave
that I indulge their thirst
they pray
that I do no worst
than their intent
to do me harm
a n d s o t h e y t h i n k
they stand
in my good favour
This self
is my b u l l s h i t monitor
my crap alarm
The fight is lost or won
far away
from guns and bombs
and prying eyes
far away
from truths and lies
disguised
to look like sombre prayer
far away
in the plots and subplots
of conscience and consciousness
gravitas
perversions
and confused minds
subterfuge has found
refuge in our midst
cultivating the right time
that moment or event
wanting more
of what's left of greed
they think themselves to be Zeus
and this their Olympus
am I to fall or not at all
for schemes and themes
gimmicks and memes
I've recognised
from an earlier time . ?
I have not forgotten
their or these deceptions
I've heard these lyrics before
they resonate
p e r p e t r a t i n g . .
operating like isms
they imprison the mind
confined to 24-7 lockdown
The impious preaching piety
and still we heed
an uncontrolled need
drawn like rats
marching to the piper's tune
shadows travelling
at the speed of light
causality takes you there
Colour-blind art critics
without depth perception
dropping bombs
that don't go off
still we run
the simulation is real
in its intended purpose
it's called
M i n d F u c k T e r r o r i s m
where one's psyche
is assaulted and scared
into condition and submission
into constant agitation and fear
you're so scared
you dare not piss yuhself
that's how they control us
not by chaos and strife
b u t b y . .
images
rumours
and suggestions
of chaos and strife
we are always afraid
and in that fear
w i l l a l l o w a n y t h i n g
unlawful laws
unruly hordes
expressions of ideas
once concealed
find air to breathe
as free speech
open doors
that go nowhere
just fall through
to the other-side
o p t i o n s o f n o t h i n g
sleight of hands
though an option
however cunning
is vapourous . !
It's like religious promise
of salvation and damnation
how can both
be promised . ?
It's like God
going to the Garden of Eden
Shouting . !
“W h a t Y ' a l l D o i n” . ?
and Eve replies . .
“Obeying Your Last Command”
“W h a t d a f u c k
y a t h i n k w e d o i n . ?”
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