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Nov 2018
yeah ******* right...
weve been conned
stuck in an illusion
thinking someone else knows better for us
you’re a slave to the money then you die
a bitter sweet symphony
pain wrapped in lies
taken off the plantation
taken back from strangers
given harbor from tyranny
freed from ideologies
you got back in it by choice
to scared to give it a chance
Incase you actually liked it
the illusion of choice
the devils greatest trick
to ***** up the sanity
One big
master plan
so we’ll fight eachother
instead of die for eachother
and such is the nature
of a godless life
void of goodness
a darkness laying excuses for everything
your self
as selfish as your own salvation
those who submit in the hopes of an after life
are missing the point,
there already is one
love was the message
the sacrifice the example
and none of us see through
the blind one’s eyes
yet none really see
living a good life
is subjective
but love is universally free
and choice never had a thing
to do with it.


Blessingss
S Smoothie
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S Smoothie
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   Weeping willow and Pagan Paul
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