False Profits Poem by Mike poet

False Profits



I want to scream and stop this Evil lie
False Profits spread their blasphemy
by mirrors in the sky.
They beg for peace
pseudo teardrops in their eyes
Your not about God
only Mortal power schemes,
price is the Youth who dies

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Mike poet

Mike poet

New Orleans Louisianna
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