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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

We have all entered a new world and expected to oblige to it with wholly acceptance. Meaning, we may well be in contempt; allowing our human rights to be forever changed in favour of the wealthiest and most powerful syndicates of the world

This piece hopefully describes to you an angle of this detrimental stage of our existence

From the beginning to the end

Within the depths I shall ascend

On one, two, three and to the four

From tier one, two, three at fourth 

As a detonation of indifference

Charging towards our deliverance

Like a martyr lambing the sheep

In the wool of the wolf I do not sleep

With the enemy jumping through hoops

I fly over hedges 'till I land and stoop

To a level of preach onto a lucid nation

Thats under our big brothers sedatation

It's a bad influence so to fucking speak

You'll tip toe over floorboards that creak

And crack those egg shells at your feet

'till the rest of you chickens retreat

Amok and headless as you run

This lockdown is no damn fun


Submitted: October 17, 2020

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