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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s a joke to be woke You silly bloke You’re listening to vile folk Blinding you with political smoke Dousing your brain In a putrid soak Of the evil, daft and deranged Feeding you lunacy Of the mundane Its quite comical And really insane To believe it All to be true Question it not Says the elite few Make sure to tune in For more mayhem And acceptable sin This is a fight you cannot win Just accept the program My has been We have you and your kin As we toss your morals in a bin And serve you a morbid din din Of s*** that makes no sense While trying to erase Your programming’s past tense And insert the new Wicked woke ways To break down your defense Of knowing wrong from right To block your sight From the light To curtail your will to fight To destroy your mental might And supplement it With a revolting blight Of disgusting attitudes Paying the ghastly Platitudes of cliché While celebrating it as a new way For the progressive decay To tell a lie long enough Will begin to produce fluff and spread like a plague infecting the mindless and the vague who never bother to question at all and simply sink to their knees in an obedient fall and listen to the call of the demon’s song repeating the lyrics they know to be wrong evil knows its audience well they are the salesmen of hell they know how to quell your objection to the infection from which you swell and revive you from where you fell away from reality and logic it’s why you were picked why you were licked as a delicious treat you were always someone who could be beat into submission for this horrific mission of not questioning your leaders but being cerebral bleeders spewing on cue what the elite few tell you to say you’re the robot for the day paving the way for the wicked to play But I pray For it all to end So, we can all mend My heart for humanity I lend My will against evil Will never bend End transmission Eric (and sometimes not)
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