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Numbers
We strive to change our place in life,
to keep up with our neighbors.
Why? Because we have been taught, it is expected.
It is not. It is a lie.
Happiness has no amount, if not bought with the price of life.
Freedom to love one another and lift up our faces and hands, to heaven.
One God, One Nation, One Nation Under God…
We the people stand, we the people are to be counted.
You think is it okay to give our way of life to strangers? (free free free)
People that do not know or care, its worth.
Low “endlings” that have crawled from the darkness,
to claim shelter among the sheep.
The guard dogs are not short sited.
They are not asleep.
They see clearly the disguise you wear,
the evil that you keep.
You are being counted, and gathered…
You may not know it yet.
Time is marching to your demise.
You are unworthy to be here.
You will be culled from the heard.
You will be removed.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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