Spiritually We Were Dead
the Burmese tiger blew the lid off of her intellectual thinking mind
an incredible dendrite explosion that was felt throughout the land
most of us shuddered, not knowing exactly what had happened
but recognizing it would have an effect on our future in some way
spiritually we were dead compared to the tiger, and now we knew it
he would be able to manipulate us in ways we could not yet imagine
at an ethereal level, we felt vulnerable and alone,
empaths were packing their bags for other planets
If he can enter her mind this easily,
how fast could he manipulate the rest of us?
This did not make the five o’clock news,
but the feelings traveled just as fast.
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