Mental Slavery Poem by Aston Marley

I want to be there for people who don't know the road out of mental slavery, you can call me the therapist helping humanity out of mental bandage. Come under my canopy if you need comfort from harsh weather of emotional twist.

They pray every second like pilgrims on the way to Mecca the holy land, nothing is new under the sun; the reality of this world is an illusion in the eyes of humanity. Every man to his own cross, no one will die for you in this vanity world, the mentality of humanity is corrupt with insanity for pleasure.

Amtwenty four hours for seven days, you can catch up with the economy but poverty will still blindfold the reality of life. It's wise to meditate and view life from new horizon of possibilities, free your mind, body, and soul; don't be a slave to mental slavery.