Psychological Hyponosis - Poem by Cecelia Weir
Is played as a dangerous game.
You never know where its coming from
Or how you'll end up tamed.
You know what's right to do
But then you follow the crowd.
You've always been quiet and polite
Now you screen out loud.
You've never been easily persuaded
By the games other people played
But now you believe you need a change
To only follow someone else in their ways.
There are powers you cannot trust
There are enticements to lure you in
But your consciousness will inform you
Of the spirits that are not friend.
There are regrets following the game
You'll find character destruction too.
Don't mess with immoral substances
It will rob your best from you.
No matter how short the memories
It will impeach your very soul.
It will reminded you of the darkness
It will keep you from feeling whole.
Is a dangerous game to play.
God made you the best of who you are
And that's who you need to stay.
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