....are you really so Shocked?.....
That the Medical Profession has 'become' the inquisitors and prison guards in this farce of a social CONstruct....
The Masses Suddenly terraFied that that they are losing their Right to say No to the Imposition.....
........ Nothing happens overnight
This clock has been tocking steadily,
'He who controls the Endocrine System controls the Man'........
...That the entire lead up to having nearly every single human alive in this realm Addicted to some Endocrine Altering substance,
dependent on medications and Pills and Monthly checkups
and a system of voluntarily giving up ones Immense Power
by subscribing to this Game of Sickness and inHealth....
all this Tampering and Getting the People to Feel Helpless without the superPowers of these Doctors of Hypocrisy,
and now finding that this very system is the prismGuard Outline to the Collectivized State of Decline.....
Get in Line....
For your Shots and your begotten Permission to exist in this Time....
Psychological Pills and Poisons to keep you Straight....
In A Line, no swerving with The Curves of the Divine .....
There's a Drug for everything,
every single state of Being, DieAgnosed......
Die Agnostic and Die a Slave....
Fighting against your own Maater Mother Matrix
of Cells and Flesh as the Professors Bells are ringed
and dong dinged and crash through the boundary of everything
You hold dear
Fearing your own Body
you Saturate your Mind in Fear
and spend life looking for the FIX
Everyone has their drug of choice
Pharma Cope Yeah!?
Terra Form Verified in Perfect Storms Magnified to Raise the Tide
Of -First Do No Harm-
It hasn't been sudden,
My bedFellows, my Sad Pillars of this Decaying Dream
You have been corralled for so long that it has become Nature,
the thought of losing the Comfort Ably Numb Grip on the bottom rung
of this Ladder of Lies....
peering out from the white coats that make your rules.......
New Seeds that Splice your life Genes
into Devices that Seal the Deal .....
You've downloaded the Program, code by code,
your body is not your own
It is owned.
By the corporation of medical castration
Your hormOnes have been usurped for so long
you believe you are owed
a guaranteed Fix.
Of the broken bricks that crumble in the Wall
How long it took to actually get to
The Minds Point is an I.
That Sees and dreams and creates Scenes to be played out
If you live in Fear of your own Body/Matter/Mother/Maat/Matrix
You will downLoad the Fear
of the World that's been Homogenized for you....
And you will be controlled
One. Way. Or. Another
Your capacity to be Free and Health(I)
Is in direct proportion
To the Degree of Fear of the Body of the Earth Herself
Wake and see you walk in the corridors of Her Veins
Interfacing with a Master of Creation in an eternal invocation
and supernal invitation
To Play in this Game of Imagination
Take back your End(o)Crine System
And collapse the IndoctrinAt.ion of This Dimension
The WhiteCoats and Syringes
cannot Enter the Sacred Sphere
of A Wildly Free and Sovereign Server in this Collective PlayStation
One....... Who knows ....Who and What
Who knows...... One is..... The Point.....
In the Center ......
Copyright Charleen Johnston