A lone voice whispers....
With vacant empty stares and desolate soul crushing goals
They who love to stand on podiums to talk and preach
Those who'd like to paint the globe in anxious red paint
Creating drum beats of suspicion to all within their reach
And then instruct mandates that could make a sane man faint
For people to comply for their own safety
With a straight face
Pretending they aren't tainted
Corrupted or even classed as crazy
But in reality
The masses now wilfully mesmerised and gleefully enrolled
Are just restrained like prisoners in orange jumpsuits
By those they've put in control
Because of this and their devoted followers
Who through social media
Feel they can openly criticise whilst on patrol
This continuous talk of death and fear
The threat of shedding so many unfortunate tears
Makes them listen to those issuing instructions even more
But beyond the limitations of all that seemingly hypnotising Fear
There is still hope
Hope in the divine knowledge
Of a new freedom
Once we go outside their strict walls and rigid ramblings
Breaking free from their cleverly crafted paradigms
Linked to isolation and confinement
Trying to imprison all those poor souls listening
As they read from their new Dead Sea Scrolls
We can each still create a new kingdom of our own
By keeping our faith and looking between the lies
Whilst tearing up labels and testimonies from those corrupted dark trolls
Just following hidden instructions
From the ghouls
Who are really in the know
Members of secret societies whose motto is simply
Money and greed
What they do not know is
"Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas"
A Biblical quotation in Latin
Which means "greed is the root of evil"
Which will be the mantra of the Devils Men when they come
And all they'll hear when their time is called
And to 9th Circle be driven by the hell hounds as they are recalled
Where they'll suffer into eternally
When their pitiful souls over hot coals are hauled
Keep the faith
Better days are coming your way
Your life has never been just another commodity
That can be easily bought and sold
If you never agree
to put it up for sale
Copyright John Duffy
Musings as I watch the world spin in free-fall.
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