Strange seems sane in a world of illusions full press no rest for the brain mass confusion
Unrealistic reality shows enter-tainting telling lies to your vision
Brain over worked from the hustle da bustle the day in day out paper chase
So you watch and you listen and to sleep
You slowly began ( drifting into darkness) the American dream
Sold
The Price
Your soul
Your seeds will follow gods that they don't know Abraham
So the story goes
Chasing lies in the sky
When the truth is on the tip of your nose
Stay game to do something strange
For a little bit of change
But you in church every sunday
Doing yo thang strange
Strange seem sane in a world of illusions
Full press no rest for the brain
Mass confusion
Force fed force feeding
Unrelenting force of seeds
From wicked tree's
The babies eat from these tree's
Of knowledge of good and evil
And surely they die
Before they have a chance to live
Parents hollering
I LOVE MY KIDS
How when you expose them
To each and every wickedness that is
Killing their innocents the same way
The devil did
Strange seems sane in a world of illusions
Full press no rest for the brain
Mass confusion
How long we gone let this happen
How many times we gone replay
The same damned chapter..........
About this poem
These are some spiritual visions that occupy my thought's
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Submitted by breal.truth15 on June 15, 2022
Modified on March 23, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,156 |
Words | 229 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 15, 3, 13, 3, 3 |
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