The Powers that Bind
Is it something in the air?
Or how the stars align?
Something in the universe?
Maybe just in my mind?
Maybe it's really nothing?
But as a human, I must find
A logical explanation
Thinking all is intertwined
Inside my meager existence
Is it a waste of time?
When I’m searching for a reason
And there isn't one to find?
Or was it really something?
And I missed it in a bind?
With some other waste of time?
My nature to control
Simply feeding the design
That keeps us docile and obedient
Slaves of institutional time
Of course it’s just my mind
The powers that be
Been using it against you and I
Since the beginning
You know what they say
Ain’t nothing changed but the time
There’s nothing actually in the air
The media’s polluting our minds
Brainwashed from day one
If they say, “It’s okay!” it’s fine
No matter what the science says
We still ingest the dyes
Partaking in death defying acts
We disregard the signs
Although we’re constantly under attack
Until our poor choices confront us
Is when we pray we can rewind
The metaphorical clock
Which is just a diagnosis
Given from the doc
This is the vicious cycle
Indoctrinated from the top
To divide and give us titles
Ultimately make us rivals
Tearing one another down
The ego in survival mode
Dividing us precisely
From a normalcy once known
A society based on media
Cameras roll; one casts a stone
Someone seldom stops to help
Searching for their viral moment
Beginning to look like the end
Of this life as we know it
While I strive to be stoic
It’s becoming harder to keep quiet
When foretold was the omen
That’s now out in the open
No peace to be had
Around the blind and hopeless
With eyes wide shut
As they appear to be open
They never believe their eyes
Only what the puppeteer told them
You can’t fix what isn’t broken
The game is near over
They are due to pull the plug
When the new ones done coded
This life as we know it
Is washed up, eroded
The player of the game has been announced
The Antichrist goated
While the world’s up in arms
And we outwardly loathe it
It’s pure bliss to who wrote it
The engineer patting himself on the back
As the climaxes unfolded
While we praise the prophets who foretold it
The word heard across the globe
Implanted by the composer
Just to challenge his own ego
That’s designed to occupy minds
From realm shaking finds
That would redirect the flow of energy
They extract from you and I
Sacred is the geometry
For the placement of the guides
The new games being loaded
In which a winners been defined
They say times of the essence
It is man made, imperfect
Timelines leech into each other
The Mandela as they referred it
“WE” the powers that be
Meddle with things better left
Undisturbed now we’re left
To deal with the consequence
My higher conscience says
Where you see smoke a fire’s lit
No emergency evacuation
Why’s it not a topic of conversation?
No representation while they overtax the nation
Soon will not be able to participate
Without a chip and vaccinations
All around the globe
The biggest show of control
Spoken into evil
Not completely shown
While they distract us
The beast is set in stone
Turning the world into a place
Without God atop the throne
With AI prime ministers
If you know then you know
The whole gets deeper
The deeper that you go
Down the rabbit hole
I should close this can of worms
Before the wrong interests are piqued
And they blacklist my future work
Cuz there’s power in the words I speak
Especially if some are reached
I’m only here to speak my peace
Until together we have peace
Cuz I don’t know about you or sheep
But I’m tired of living in dis-ease
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