Vilmos Zoltan Galyo Poet Free verse

Broken Independence

Broken Independence

“Why?” asked Master Satan. Because the rulers. I answered.
“Because the rulers.” Satan wondered. Yes. I am saying right.

“You're saying right.” Yes. “Yes, but the right.” There is no right.
No right. “No?” Non. “But how?” Is this a question? “Yes, it is that.”

Master, the right for humanity. “Yes.” Not against humanity. “Yes.”
Hmm. “Hmm.” Please, recognize. The rule is unknown. “From?”

Okay. It’s recognised. “Yes, you know. “Tell me.” Psychology. One.
“One?” Yes. “One??” Yes. “Maybe all of them.” Common goal. Their.

“Common goal.” Yes. “But why?” Organised global crime. “What?”
This psychology. I feel that. Blocking my life. Blocked my life. Killed.

Psychology wants to rule the people. Rules. Where is the will?
Where is your life? Where is your soul? “You haven’t. Never.”

Psychology is a global crime. Somewhere is reality. Or just comes.
“But crime.” Yes. The world will soon be a psychological concentration camp.

“A psychological Auschwitz.” Yes. There is no ID. No individual. No person. No life
Yes. No will. No free will. Only psychology. Already works. You are a slave. Works.

Psychology is eating your freedom.
Psychology is life on your freedom.
A parasite.
Parasites.

“Not all.”
Hmm.

“Hmm.”
All.

Psychology is the end.
Killer. The reaper of natural life.

“I understand you.”

I don’t want
English psychology
In
My
Life

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