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Dire

Despair is grasping at belief,  
Yearning for all-evasive relief.
Tangled lies fill your head.  
Since diapers, yes, been spoon.
 
Blood crusades to validate,  
for there is no waiting on the hate.
Mad free-for-all is the race,  
and truth the casualty we face.
 
Distorted minds deluding to know;
Masks on, welcome to the show
Enjoy the lies from all the spies,
while reason remains absent of whys.  
 
The followers feeding fools their power
As the slaves await the witching hour.  
Light speed now must push the rhyme,
so you lose your mind and the time.

Copyrights Michael J. Kucera 2016
Written by IOWNLISSAPOONTANG (Tabula Rasa 8)
Published | Edited 16th Apr 2016
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