Unseen Wires
They can turn anything to everything
They can take nothing and make into something.
So they created races to set society to race,
we call this the rat race
This is a race towards being a god,
The sit in heaven,
The winner takes it all
Chipped on the hand to keep track of the game
The mark of the beast,
We are fooled The real chips are our Sims,
smartphones and credit cards and its all hand held,
Mostly by the right hand,
Since that's the right hand.
Silence is the power,
They have us in tuned,
Playing there unheard melodies,
While we watching TV,
listening to music on cellphones and playing games on consoles,
And all sorts of electronic devices,
The unseen wires that are wired to these devices,
Radio waves set to stimulate our minds in all kinds of ways,
Why do you think we do what we see,
Its all in our minds.
And what we see is what we do
The body reflects the image given by the tube, the lobe,
We all doomed!
Copyright © Piercing Words | Year Posted 2017
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