Why Is It Today
Why is it, today?
Is it the demons playing games again in the ethereal realms?
Are they yet again trick-or-treating hidden hoof to helm?
The third of your eyes is sighing yet again,
At the inventive sight you hide within,
Calling forth the smokeless fire,
Whose embers summon djinn.
Fancy you and your godless gloat fearing feelings from fabricated imagination,
Stunned in terror by ghouls and ghosts that haunt the souls who hail creation.
So if it isn’t the fiction of religious diction,
For you’ve read more than followers know,
Why is it today, you feel such fright,
Are long-legged beasties’ clumsy limbs bumping in the night?
Why is it, today?
Is it the intelligence agency again and their covert operations?
Have MKULTRA and COINTELPRO made you a tireless terrorist in their nation?
Your head is yet again sobbing and throbbing,
Pumping in an overstimulated state,
Calling forth the remotely viewed,
Status of project STARGATE.
Behold the brain inside the boy that absorbs that which it breathes,
Stunned by directed energy weapons concealed in tedious household sheathes.
So if it isn’t the surreptitious deceit,
For you know more than a psychopath knows,
Why is it today, you feel such fright,
Are you critical to the crosshair on an archer’s bow?
Why is it, today?
That you are such a sham,
What happened to your once-magnificent body and mind?
For you are no longer me but a puppet on strings,
Humming strummed sounds a ventriloquist sings.
Copyright © Beej Simrov | Year Posted 2018
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