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War Within A Psychic Mind
The voice to skull, a ceaseless chant/
Echoes rise, but I shan't recant/
Technology presses, it tries to control/
Yet my psychic mind remains whole/
They yield body possession, twisting form/
Emotion manipulation, their raging storm/
But through astral wars, where shadows creep/
Unyielding, undefeated, my soul does leap/
Assassins strike, yet I defy/
Surviving wounds beneath the sky/
They call me the Antichrist/
A beast rising strong/
Commanding the world/
In battles endless, they call me/
The Beast that rose from the West/
My psychic mind, a fortress vast/
A war eternal, the dice is cast/
Copyright ©
Michael Fulkerson
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