There eyes are open
minds closed to knowledge
reanimated carcasses
Believe wat they perceive
tell them truth and show proof
they start arguments
and debates the media sells you dreams
I guess its the biggest thing in marketing
all i can say is break the chains
and the necks of the oppressor in those office's
I remember when I was lost within
giving my all to the church last dollar was in offering
then a thought had just appeared in the darkness when
I was meditating I have yah in my self I am my temple
This is my biological property its just simple on paper I mean lawfully
This flesh isn't all of me
But why im in this form you can call it me
YOU ARE READING
The Long Chains and charm.
PoetryPoetry book about mental captivity and perception of a false reality.