I As Jesus For I Wept
I stand somewhere unknown
I am death for I weep alone
None on earth know my likeness
For all are lost in cruel distraction
Death is sweet but God won't take me
Life is fake it makes my blood boil
I've seen it all
For I long to die
A mind in a maze is mortality
Who the fuck really knows what's going on
Mind manipulation since the start
The menacing falsification of all known history
Steers the mind into a limited future
A satanic campaign to ensureÂ
People don't feel
Lost to a worldÂ
That feel's they're grief
Storm's ragingÂ
Because we're completely out of touch
As the Great Mother weep's
For her prodical son's
Psychology funny it ain't studied in schools
Better a nation of mindless clowns
The truth is to be found after you find yourself
Speak to to choir in Orwellian hell
By Liam Herdman
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This was a perfect write. this poem has my vote.
Thank's MorrisÂ
Glad you thought so
All the best mate
interesting piece liamo !  its gave me something to think about    tina x
Glad i could be of sevice tina:)
It certainly rings of truth. We all know that only a mass outcry and demand for change will do anything. It seems most are so busy running in this draining, forever changing rat race, that if they have managed to obtain any small sense of security and comfort, looking under the rug can be unnerving for them.  I like it.  koodoes :)
What you said Make's sense to me.
Thank's Heather
Your 's liam