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Fred Kinard Feb 2013
My thoughts are crowded
with optimistic views
I see the new world
emotions so blue
Let me now relapse
inside the abyss
Let freedom haunt me
I'm frighten by this
My lonely parade
marches behind pride
No begging for mercy
as I stay on this ride
Fred Kinard Feb 2013
What is this nonsense you speak of...your kind
What changes when thoughts travel
What is empty yet full and bonded by chains
How can blood flow and one color produce hate
How will history tell stories and drown truth
How do people settle for less and sleep
Maybe it is voodoo, or being controlled runs deep
Fred Kinard Feb 2013
The open clash of classes sometimes leaves physical stains.
Some will heal from the madness painful blood shed will remain.
Psychological warfare has tip the scales in battle.
Psychological warfare mentally trap old chattel.
Bond-slaves feasting on their young, and credit cards in baby names.
Zombies waiting to be hung, so they play devilish games.

How can there be a movement when many are standing still.
Deep in the matrix pavement because you took the wrong pill.
Ok you've been victimized born into fabrication.
Also you've been hypnotized waiting for clarification.

No matter what you believe cash does not mean you're winning.
Go back in the wombs of moms and start from the beginning.

Clashing of minds

— The End —