Connie Walter

Biography

Mother Lover of books I write to vent, rather than professionally.

Samples

So I guess that they've imprisoned us into this predetermined preposition When the truth is there so blatantly but we can't help but not to listen Because ignorance is bliss so we'll stay blissfully unaware As to the GMO's in all our food and the geo engineering in the air I suppose we'll go organic and refuse the water from the tap What about the metals likened to a subtle chemical attack Aluminium barium and strontium in the sky That all sounds too complicated so I guess we'll just comply Comply with their illusion-alised globalised consumption-alised economy We'll potter about through life trading our money for our time - what a mockery The top one percent with more money than the rest it's hard to think they don't enjoy causing premature death We'll pretend the media isn't cohesive to the government and the government to the central banks; they aren't obedient We'll pretend the people in power aren't just the puppets and the puppets aren't an illusion of the globalised plans of muppets Just like our senses can sense clearly Clearly we can clearly sense We can only see from red to purple It's not meant to make much sense 20 to 20000 hertz, that's all that we can hear Lowered frequency all around us much like the devil in our ear And when they're covering the sun and putting toxins in our system It's getting more difficult for us to try resist them I could go on about the propaganda instigating devision and hate The global economy heading straight to land on its metaphorical face The pedophiles in Hollywood The corruption in our history Or we could just forget about it all And pretend it's all still an incomprehensible mystery.

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