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Trampled Wills
Trampled Wills
Do you want something? Own ideas?
That’s a problem! You cannot live alone!
Are you an individual? That’s a crime!
You cannot have your own will and
consciousness, ideas, dreams, goals
You can’t be yourself, you have a ruler
You are a slave to a science. Human-made
This is the dark age. Foggy. Psychologically
The sun died. God became an exile
We are controlled and monitored animals
This is the darkness
We become zombies
In the Bible, Jesus said
Wolves come in sheep’s clothing
People who have been made…
Hopeless are waiting for the hope
“I am your hope, I save you!
Just do what I want of you!
Just follow all my instructions.”
Say it with a false, friendly smile
In a lambwhite cloak
The Foggy Psychology
You are
Money
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Vilmos Zoltan Galyo
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