Future fakes are everywhere, they are contacting us from afar.
Future fakes want our all, our life, our money, our names, and more.
Future fakes, are tricky, they can steal your life, your money, your name, maybe even steal your face with a mask.
Fakes are people, that are working night and day, to steal your everything and make you sad.
Fakes are haters, haters of truth, of life, of all the things that are right.
Fakes are working to destroy, to make your life a living hell, like a storm that brews, they work and work to create a storm that will be like hell.
Fakes are everywhere, they try to make you a slave, to harm you and make you live a life of shame.
Fakes are people who like chaos they use their time and energy to make a mess, they like to divide, to spread hate, to cause fear, and make you never sleep.
Fakes are about so beware, and take care, be slow to trust, and move like a mouse, slow and cautious all through your life.
We ask God today to remove all the evil, the fakes, the ones that want to harm us, to let them go and live their way, far and far away from all of us.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
NO FEAR OF WISEHUY DONALD MASSIMO PELLEGREN FAKED HIS DEATH IN FORT MYERS TO CONTINUE DOING HITS FOR THE MON RUNNING THE WISCONSIN WOMANS PRISONSADLY MASSIMO DECIDED TO IMPERSONATE MY DECEASED FATHER BORN 9.14.1942 CHICAGO WHY SIMPLE LOOKING FOR MY GRANDFATHER HERITAGE SERVING IN ROME SEVERE IDENTITY FRAUD UPON VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILY GAMBINO HITMAN HIDINGBOUT IN DETROIT RUNNING PRISON GAMES THE MAFIA'S HORROR SHOW SEVERE DEATH THREATS HITMEN ATTACKING DISABLED MOTHER ATTEMPTING TO RACKETEER MY AMERICAN POETRY EMBEZZLING A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM ON MY BEHALD FORD MOTOR COMPANY THIS WISEGUY GARMENT DISTRICT HITMAN FAKED HIS DEATH TO BECOME MY FATHER IRONICALLY OBSESSED WITH 1942 MY FATHERS BIRTH DATE
AI GUY
Though I write from my app, not my impassioned soul
I'm praised and lauded as I play a poet's role
Don't tell me I lie
I'm just an AI Guy
Subterfuge is my game and a trophy my goal!
His expensive watches were fakes
That he passed off on his dates
Got busted by one
Who realized what he’d done
He tried to sucker the wrong mate
Fake people! The Saddest of all
Selfish, Greedy, Tall & Small,
Ruthless beings, Cold eyes
They swarm around like flies
Always around when you've got cash to throw
Run for their lives when you don't! Interesting to know
The other side of the coin is sheer gold
Genuine people you can laugh with til you're old
They'll always be there for you no matter what
And they don't care what you've got!
Art fakes are declared as old
until they are sold.
Volodymyr Knyr
2017
I hate to see you around,
Talking, making that sound,
"Morning, you bound?"
Glad, morning from me found.
I hate you on that ground,
Standing *****y, so profound,
Talking, making some joke,
Jokes that make me sound,
If only a punch for every word you spoke.
I hate that I heard them say,
You are my blood, my sister,
I hate that I see them consider,
Me, a being, a bloody brother,
To a heartless loving creature.
I hate to say I love you,
With a tear, a wish you would do,
I hate to say I care,
For tears, for fakes I admire
why would realistic
politicians hire someone
to fake reality
no more fakes on stage
we want real peolple with real
answers to problems
In the distance we hear the band play on'
In many parts to the unknown,
It all goes to show,
For it isn't what you may know,
Rather it's in who you blow...
Look out at our vast public window'
What hurts you the most ?
In Iraq will ever be an end ?
To this costly unexplained death toll'
Send the troops home !
There is no good reason for them to roam ?
Now is the turning point'
Rather in the turning of the tide'
It's a brand new day'
Yet we all to often smile to bow the lonely heads to pray'
Hence, with just a brief delay...
Can't we all see through the distant portal of thought ?
Ponder those ill' forsaken lies ?
Yet still the band played on,
Look at the sparkling flower display'
Fakes, Freeks and Phonies...,
All of our nations croonies'
What do they really want to say ?
Just like some one eyed golpher in the cactus patch ?
Cause I just got something caught inside my esophagus ?
Fakes, Freeks and Phonies'
That's all I ever knew ?
I like them the best !
For all of the other really don't have a single clue ?
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