Muscle up. Let’s go to war.
And I can’t tell you what it’s for.
They say “terror”, I’m not so sure.
Separate as the truth unfolds.
Is history just agreed
Upon the lies of the powers that be
To maintain disguise of the world we see?
Prove otherwise conspiracy?
Soon, we will see.
The illusion of free is all it can be
For freedom is only for those who see
And no one is sure of who it could be
‘Cause no one is wrong with what they believe.
No. Not me.
The money, the power, the privilege, the fame.
The life that never returns the same.
The feeling, the hunger, the thrill of the game.
Built up or tore down, the wall still remains.
The chosen, the exiled, the prisoner, the saint.
The questions, the answers, the basis of faith.
The something, the nothing, the everything to you.
The nameless, the faceless, the makers of truth.
You don’t really want to know the truth.
I don’t really think you do.
What if it was to disprove
All they taught to you?
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes”
About the Author
Christopher Allen Breidinger is an American poet and author currently residing in Winter Haven, Florida with his wife and daughter. This is the third book in the Golden Trilogy Series. Be sure to also check out Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes and Myths, Methods, and Golden Messages.
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