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Aug 2014
We are all controlled from birth
The puppet strings invisible,
Connected to
Soul,
Mind,
Palms,
We think we are free,
But that is but an illusion of the mind,
Controlled by everything around,
Television,
Radio,
Papers,
Showing us things, we didn't know we'd want
Buy,
Larger,
Spend more than you bring in,
We are slaves to what we see.
Subliminal messages,
Words hide with meaning,
Suggestive colours to **** us all in,
But some of us feel the burn,
A scratch that cant be itched,
But the mind starts to become free
As the tethers grow thinner,
And you see the strings,
A hairs length so nearly not seen
But you release the string, cutting free,
Now you see things as there meant to be seen
Force fed the world, truth was a blur,
Now seen like your eyes opened wide,
We are controlled, shown what we don't want
Free your
Body
And mind
See the world, do what you wish,
Cut the strings that hold your life back
Freedom of thought, now breath.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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