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The human race stands at the brink,
A precipice where shadows sink.
We teeter, trembling, on the edge,
Of our own fate, our fragile pledge.
If action fails this very breath,
We tumble down to certain death.
Not lemmings bound by nature’s hand,
But minds deceived by planned command.
This is no fate etched in the sky,
No prophecy we can’t deny.
It is control, a careful scheme,
A theft of freedom, not a dream.
“The Few” now weave their subtle snare,
They strip our will, they strip it bare.
They claim our thoughts, our steps, our days,
Through hidden hands and tangled ways.
And if you doubt, take note, beware—
That doubt itself was planted there.
The spell of social, sly hypnosis,
Turns love to fear, and thought to stasis.
Yet we are beings formed of fire,
Of empathy, and deep desire.
We’d kill to guard the ones we cherish,
But blind we walk, and blind we perish.
Conditioned every hour, each year,
Our inner voice is bent by fear.
The truth concealed, the lie embraced,
Our very minds are reprogrammed, erased.
So pause, awaken, dare to see,
This warning may be prophecy.
The same dark tool that veils your sight,
Can also lead you back to light.
The human race stands at the brink,
A precipice where shadows sink.
We teeter, trembling, on the edge,
Of our own fate, our fragile pledge.
If action fails this very breath,
We tumble down to certain death.
Not lemmings bound by nature’s hand,
But minds deceived by planned command.
This is no fate etched in the sky,
No prophecy we can’t deny.
It is control, a careful scheme,
A theft of freedom, not a dream.
“The Few” now weave their subtle snare,
They strip our will, they strip it bare.
They claim our thoughts, our steps, our days,
Through hidden hands and tangled ways.
And if you doubt, take note, beware—
That doubt itself was planted there.
The spell of social, sly hypnosis,
Turns love to fear, and thought to stasis.
Yet we are beings formed of fire,
Of empathy, and deep desire.
We’d kill to guard the ones we cherish,
But blind we walk, and blind we perish.
Conditioned every hour, each year,
Our inner voice is bent by fear.
The truth concealed, the lie embraced,
Our very minds are reprogrammed, erased.
So pause, awaken, dare to see,
This warning may be prophecy.
The same dark tool that veils your sight,
Can also lead you back to light.
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Catch Ya Later ….
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Ven Bunce
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