Worm
It sees your mind as tempting fruit
So little worm goes in pursuit.
It's been let loose to burrow deep,
While you’re awake or in your sleep.
Your subconscious, it work upon
So you ne’er know it’s been and gone.
With clever seed sown in your mind
Your thought patterns are re-defined.
Subliminal, is this worm’s name.
Manipulation is the game.
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