Chris G. Vaillancourt - Enslaved People Of The Mirage

Chris G. Vaillancourt - Enslaved People Of The Mirage

Demons of hate soar above the hollow thoughts br cackling their insanity into the hearts and minds br br of the enslaved people of the mirage. A mirror br stands smoked upon the stage and the actors br br prance around it celebrating the wonder of br the great deception. Simplistic murderers br br detailed the latest adventure that they felt the br toy soldiers would care to march upon. The br br leaders of the unsafe world declared themselves br to be honest men while they whispered their br br deceptions to their wives in bed. They stood br upon the stage and celebrated the demons br br flying overhead creating scenarios of death br which they felt was necessary to trim the br br population. Surely goodness and mercy br would follow them all the days of their lives. br br Mystic mental morons deeming the duty br of the population which they felt was the br br pattern of the soul. How easy it was to br catch the news and count the dead in their br br calculator rooms. Distance from the front br lines made their speeches ring with brave br br determination while the drugs of life were br fed endlessly into the television screens of br br the peopled strands of fate. Freedom begins br with one voice screaming 'we must have peace'.br br Chris G.


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