The spoken lies are indebted to the ma-asses, illegal social classes parliament passes, laws full of flaws political jargon is the legal clause, stop and pause…
They render us the outspoken ones, the chosen midnight sons, eye drop philosophical bombs, eye write deep rhymes open minded, focus to rewind this, never blinded.
Lines begin to bleed through my open soul, an introverted hole, there is a certain order through this chaotic mess, I’ll say no less, just maybe sit, chew and ponder this, spoken bars from a bellow of sub-consciousness, this broken relentlessness, it’s full of emptiness.
Day walking drones upon government hit wish lists, draining the essence of your presence with a snipers deliverance. Poisoning your food without a blink of an eye, I tell no lie, look up in the sky, chemtrails floating where the birds fly. The world should cry, fluoridation of your water supply.
Vaccinations on flow, chemicals forced to the children with a deadly blow, everyone should know, egoic minds wander this desolate plane, they search in vain, material gains, a subdued brain…
© Urban Truth
Excerpt from the book “Urban Gnosticism”
About the Author
As a writer this is the part of his book of doctrines he was not looking for-word to, to talk of self…ironically! His life was manifested In Manchester England, within a sub-area called Moss Side on an estate named Gooch Close. A place later to be plagued with gang violence, drugs, and urban poverty. He was born into a mixed heritage family. Mother being Irish. Absent Father being of dual heritage, African and English, this is why he uses the terminology “hybrid”. A hybrid is what they made, a hybrid of heritage, a hybrid of mind, body, and soul.
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