I refuse to accept your terms and conditions.
Conforming to your ideas, disregarding my visions.
Inhaling your poison, praising judgemental children.
I refuse to vote on my captor, stress over alleged shootings, sympathize with crisis actors.
I am done with your false flags, sick of the toxic food, concealed by the GMO act.
Tired of not so secret societies, and their demonic pacts.
Overdosed on flouride, calcifying my third eye.
Repressing my excellence, with your falsified evidence.
Inside jobs and rigged campaigns, the illusion of freedom has never changed.
Calculated slaughter in specific locations, corrupt officials forgiven for illegal actions taken.
Stop lying to me about history, failing to mention ancient texts, as if they were a mystery
Stop all the slavery, mental prisons are the worst. The physical isn't so different, except it came first.
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I would like to translate this poem
mental prisons are the worst, good one..