This Year
This year will continue the worsening war
For the reader of this very poem
The media spoon-feeds sex and gore
To assure a desensitized, brainless syndrome
Leaving sheepy minds to wander and roam
As the sheep do roam, the wolves never stop
They keep the sheep dumb so they might eat them up
But the wolves are hiding in the midst of the chop
If we, sheep stay numb, their plan will develop
One step closer to the Anti-Christ worship
This war is one that is on your spirit
Evil will take anyone that is willing
Learn what is virtuous and what is illicit
Seek the Truth among all the shrilling
This year could be your last one living
Copyright © Brittany Woo | Year Posted 2015
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