It's dark and it's bleak out.
Negative frequencies all around.
I'm not talking about a lack of light,
I'm talking about the sound.
The constant words and slurs
In pitches and tones that shake
The nonstop tension from destructive
vibrations that's tearing these
When did it start and how does
I'm watching as more fallen angels
Squandering time that is only on
Wandering blind through the
wreckage of men.
The seed of life now tainted,
It's so blatant to see.
While people stay placated,
It's so obvious to me.
Life is a reaction to the
actions that we take.
A natural attraction to
the frequencies we make.
Don't chase away the sun and then
complain about the wind and rain.
Face the day as if you've won,
and teach each other to do the same.
The hussla's game is just a way to
destract you from reality.
You're way off aim, if you think you
can gain exemption from your own
When God spoke into darkness it was frequency that created light.
Particles of matter forming patterns
by the will of might.
Existence by persistence is the
I look into the distant future...
Further resistance will lead to decay.
To more of my dismay, I'm watching
evil spread like a forest fire.
It seems that everyday, the species
deathtoll's getting higher.
I say, come what may, because we
all will get what we deserve.
I sit in darkness and I pray,
How can I better serve?
My gift of words, my tongue is sharp.
I Shepard herds, my wisdom a tarp
for anyone that seeks shelter
from chaotic rains that weigh us down.
Escape the Helter Skelter that
only entertain's sad clowns.
Turn that frown upside down,
and become a new perspective.
Burn that thorny crown that you wear...
The sweltering air of despair is subjective.
Self induced afliction, subconcience
decions that are foolishly made.
Mass produced addiction to keep the
souls of men a slave.
The land of the brave is now full of
cowards controlled by a toxic society.
Running in packs, the honor they lack,
Devouring all of the resources we see.
It's really up to you and me to stop
this ignorant loop that we're in.
You can call it what you want, but I
call these latest frequencies, sin.
Look at the muck we're all in, as more
of our natural state slips away.
Finnagin begin again...
We're caught in a loop that must
Take to your heart, these words that
I say and maybe we will all be o.k.
I don't want a roll in this play.
I'm trying to keep these Matrix agents
Red pill or blue...
It's all up to you.
Follow the clues.
I'm here to show
you who is who.
Everything you do
here on out, now that
these words are in your
Is going to determine
your route, there's no
doubt there is truth
in the words that I have
Maybe we we all eventually see.
There is no Exemption from our
Written by: Michael W. Taylor
May 7th. 2022 ©
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