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Mental Bondage

So here it is that game the same old game they said, she said , I said that is the game Players enter blindly without knowing that they cannot win some dont know that they are playing against your hand of trumps We become your puppets Mentally bound Propaganda Personified I look to my card in hand It looks like a game show board the wheel of fortune the game now turns You no longerr are in control the puppet becomes the puppetier Taking away the thing you need most Control Mental Bondage Its your turn

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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