Shadow Poem by Madrason .

Shadow

Geniuses don't grow (healthy) under

a Musk-, Bezos- or Thiel-tree

they grow fear and obedience

and spread seeds of complicity

sell black beans to the wealthy

Gods who sell they help

humanity shall drown all

like a clown fall with no one

to help but a frown

from the brows of

those last eyes...

might just be... Me! !

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Madrason .

Madrason .

waalwijk netherlands
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