Enslaved By Demons, False Angels
Walking through the halls unopposed,
Seeking weakness and pillaging fears,
Bullying the weak and it’s all cheers,
All those around with their eyes closed.
Large crowd, feeling alone; enslaved behavior,
Tied and bound to posts of false peers,
No one here seems to be as they appear,
Looking around seeking help from a savior.
Where are angels, the volumes they speak,
All over the socials, videos and internet,
Protection from demons whom all forget,
Yet, no voice for the one whom seeks.
To act in good faith for the ones in need,
False angels, the peer pressure they require,
It must change, their mindset in crossfire,
Else the slave here continues to bleed.
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