Human Trafficking
Human Trafficking
The human soul is independent
God gave free will. Remember?
Humans want to live freely and well
Nature wants humans to live alone
God gave his words, read the Bible
Then you never will be you, alone
God is your ruler, hand, love, and helper
God’s words are the truth, life, and water
You aren’t alone, you have a friend, eternal
My fate, dark and sad fate, poisoned
I am a victim of psychological experiments
It’s English, ask the BPS. I am destroyed
I needed to be alone. Alone with God
For life and the knowing of the spiritual heart
This is a crime! You cannot live with God!
You can’t keep out the psychology! Never!
You are in the system. You are on a server
You are listed. Observed, monitored, followed
Where are the human rights? Where is the man?
Where are the personal rights? Where am I?
Why don’t I have the right to my life? Why?
And what about data protection? Data protection law?
Why do psychologists make a living from my life?
Who gave me to the psychologists? Who owns my life?
Who deprived me of my right to freedom? Who?
“The government. That. There.” Answered Satan.
“And they're talking about democracy!” Laughed Master Satan.
“You are a victim of human trafficking.” Added a demon.
Human trafficking. Does it still exist?
Hmm. Yes. Works. Unfortunately.
I am a product, a good. Hmm.
“Do you know their salaries?” Asked Satan.
“35k to 100k pounds per capita,” I answered.
“From your life, too,” Said Master Satan.
“They need your life for money,” Noted a demon.
Where is the freedom?
I haven’t
I am a product
I am a victim of corruption, too
And a victim of religious persecution
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