The mysterious masquerade presents prime Time to pry open lids of eyes deep and wide To stare at the abyss that perches near this Open attack that works through black magic Eyes stitched shut and minds made mute Is the sleep too deep for the We to compute Now is the Time to See thru the Game The rules change but Players stay the same Rush To remember What and Who you are To waken the Warrior within your heart Hush the voice of pre-programmed panic Your Obedience feeds the need to be manic Mind is the ingredient that seeds the Story Is this twisted Plot the bliss of your glory How shall the dots be connected in Time The neural synapses speaking in rhyme Distraction by factions of fomenting fears Of losing Illusions we've built thru the years Disaster is the 'Death of Stars'... is who we are Masks and moments of mindless Wars The mouth of the Machine opens Wide Infractions are infections oozing from inside Of Collective Delusion that worships the hive The devious destruction of dreams and Lives Masters manipulate mass of men and women Endowed with iClouds that shatter the hymen With altered electromagnetic anaesthetic Sovereignty is Sacred and must be reClaimed Over the bodies of the murdered and maimed Your consent is the corral is the choice to be Traumatized blindly in cycles of Dream Cells are Selves that Want to Be Free.... Copyright Charleen Johnston 3-28-2020 first word in each line makes a fractal of my rhyme
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