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Vision 3 Our Psycho-Mythic Descent

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  Our Psycho-Mythic Descent Here we are Stuck inside this weave You and I Underneath a hum that's ever tightening down, down, down Ever tightening down. Through the glass As if in an ocean Waiting here Always failing to remember who we were, were, were I wonder who we were. You look at me But your eyes are empty In the dark With the silver metal blooming in your mind, mind, mind Blooming in your mind. And the storm Rages on the outside While we sleep Watching all the shattered fragments floating by, by, by Fragments floating by. Here we are Caught inside the amber You and me Leaving all the ghosts of who we used to be, be, be Who we used to be. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe t...
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The Sky is Dark

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The sky is dark, and the clouds are gathering ominously. The earth beneath us is parched and cracked, and we know a storm is coming. 

The problem is overwhelming, and yet we lack the sense of urgency and immediate action needed to address it. 

We have all been crowded into large cities, where our voices are silenced and the needs of society neglected. 

Our leaders act in secrecy and ignore our problems, leaving us feeling like we are being swept under the rug. 

We stand at a crossroads, frozen by the weight and significance of the decision that we must make. 

Our written histories show us that we have always been able to innovate, problem-solve, and transform when we come together. 

Let us link arms in unity and face the sunrise. Together, we can transform into a collective community that believes in positive change. 

We must demand that our elected leaders create a flourishing society that addresses and resolves the destructive problems we face.





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