Pssssst.......you're falling right into the trap
Your tears of. J o y
Dancing. In S t r e e t s
Your perceived high. In tell i gence
You. Are. Clamoring. Inside the ploy
You are Meat for the feast
You dangle
From the Chain of a stopwatch
Toc tic tocking down
The Game. Has just begun
You failed the test
With every attack and fact
Checked
The beast grows larger and swallows you
There are no winners
InDigNations fate is spinning
And you are trapped in the vortex
Of Assimilation at astounding rate
The rage will bleed From
Self proclaimed Victims
And the Agitators
Will do what they have always done
Incite the Masses
Who cry. Tears. Of. Joy. Now
Tears of terror and hatred later
As the beast they feed within themselves
Turns its ugly head
As the red hand rises
And the fist attempts to strangle
What's left
Of an Organic. Human. heartbeat
And You
Danced in the streets
Believing you defeated the beast
But the Mirror
Of the I
Is terrifying
When you finally look inside
.....and like all things
Those whose I sees
Sees its own reflection in the words
Of my inflection
The insurrection
Is not a Blue Beacon of Hope
Is not a Removal of Terror
Is a PreScripted Lip of the Lie
Whose Inception Lies
Beyond and Before these
Times
Of our current clime
....... Ask the Russians when the Red Fist Rose
In pretense of the Common Man
What common Thread. Linked. The Leaders
Who incited the violence that pretended to be a Revolution
For the People.....
That pretended to Overthrow The Beast....
.....insidious....
Order. Out. Of. Chaos
The Agenda.
The iMages Descending
All means of reception of the Signals
Sigils
Programs. Fed
To the little lambs
Sleep in the same Cell
Seep
Into the Lame Shells of Skin
No longer Strong enough
To keep out the Deception
To keep in the
Eruption
Of the Infection
The Scroll has been Rolling out
The Polling and Dual
DeSouling
Unfolding the Lie
From so deep inside
For so many Aeons
But hey...... This is the precipice
Where the Stakes of the Game
Are aFlame. With the Burning Sages of Our Time.....
Infection 20/20
The Blindfolds
And Masked Mouths
UnFold
As the Crowds prepare
To tear out their own hair
As a pretend reSistance But
One
More
Time
Fall
Prey
To
The
Trap
That
So
Long
Has
Layed
In
Wait
copyright Charleen Johnston
11-8-20
That's the very desperate seeking that steps right into the manifold monsters
And the reason it always works
You've been Led step by step down the dark passageway
To form those very thoughts in your brain
To justify
What lies ahead
Desperation is the Opiate of the Masses
When the age-old-impasse
Saturates the Screen
And tears you from the soft slumber of where you believe you've been
Mind your s
As I's are Mined
Step Away from Ties that Bind
Yous to truths which
Are forged in Hues
Of Reds and Blues
And 'you must choose'
The Wolf who shows he is a Wolf is less dangerous than the wolf who dresses up in Grandmas Clothes and lies in a sweet bed waiting
He has a Wide Mouth
That Jars
The Soul
When the Red Hood that Covers the Head of
The Tender Food Slips
From the Body of the Warm Sweet Victim
Who chooses to dance thru the Dark Forest
So desperate....
....She chooses not to look at the path around her
Strewn with the Bones
Of all the Scared Hearts
Who skipped so
Merrily
Down the same Road
s
As I's are Mined
Step Away from Ties that Bind
Yous to truths which
Are forged in Hues
Of Reds and Blues
And 'you must choose'
The Wolf who shows he is a Wolf is less dangerous than the wolf who dresses up in Grandmas Clothes and lies in a sweet bed waiting
He has a Wide Mouth
That Jars
The Soul
When the Red Hood that Covers the Head of
The Tender Food Slips
From the Body of the Warm Sweet Victim
Who chooses to dance thru the Dark Forest
So desperate....
....She chooses not to look at the path around her
Strewn with the Bones
Of all the Scared Hearts
Who skipped so
Merrily
Down the same Road 