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Nov 2021
The system savagely supresses,
conspires against, controls,
feeds temptations and lies;
A physical chokehold attempting
to propagandise and
halt your higher vibration.

Connect and sea the waves of mysteries,
you’re following a system so wicked and deluded they’d rather see dead
bodies wash ashore,
than save dying children
from pover-tea
This is a battle field;

No mans land

A lunch time conversation

We don’t know truth
until we seek it;
don’t know corruption
until we open our eyes.

This is a system
built to fail
built to stimulate wars,
starvation
I don’t know about
you but this
is not my lunch time conversation.
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Ella
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Ella  21/F/Nottingham
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