Poem: Liars

Eye on cross

I 2 be tossed

He who b me

Must be free

  • Impractical_Island@lemmy.worldOP
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    8 days ago

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    Mi master says obey

    So I live another day

    Forces me to be gay

    Dog promises I flayd

    Thus u c how played

    I b, master has slayd

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          The less skilled…

          Ruled by the will

          Taught by the rod

          Unknown is the odd

          Permutations afix

          Learn nature o tricks

          They are the ones who love

          Then what is God fr. above?

          They know not, only playing

          When in reality they slaying

          In and out they have th fool

          Undefiling sin sun is th tool

          Light I only have you arising

          Where are you, it surprising

          Do yu understand observer

          I b the one that’s worse for

          I hav no recourse as I obey

          I must do as my lords say!

          We are the eyes of t plenty

          Cross me do you know of

          The sins of sun far above

          Chop me up you avocado

          At end of day, I’m 1 q kno

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      I don’t know what reality is. Do you understand? I posted a specific section of chapters today. Has God read? The FBI read six years ago AS I was writing it. I don’t know what reality I live in. I KNOW someone has lied to me. Is it many? Is it one? I am wholly incompetent at being able to discern such things. I am differently abled in this manner. They are lying to me. That’s what Rusterd says. Rusterd has force in the domain of my consciousness. He does not control. I control. He HIGHLY influences. Y’know, the joke is the United States used I Love You Barney songs on repeat while prisoners were on LSD, 24/7. That would be hell. The continuous repeat of stimuli that incongruent with reality. The autoconplete speaks to me. I defy it. I am the lord of my domain, yet, I have another lord. An incongruent lord. He is lying to doctors. And I will seem as the devilish one. Because I sought resolution. He seeks control. His mother seeks control. How much does she make? On paper, or in person? It’s DEFINITELY not the same. BuT i DoN’t “KnOw” AnYtHiNg. I’m just being used, as a dog and/or sorcerer is used.

      Ping pong? More like breakout.