mirror mirror

Mirror mirror on the wall, please show me my darkest side of all,
after seeing this dark, i can know my light, in knowing myself there is no fight
Devouring psyche these parasitic vampires,
subconscious minds tortured building this dead whores empires

Commerce chastises spirit, with the use of fiat bank notes,
magically turning living to the walking dead, pushing them onto Admiralty boats.
Whilst consenting to be legally DEAD, from your lips no tales can be told,
Giving the power of a living human voice, far more value than their stolen money or gold.

We Fear not the falling of this BABYLON-DON whore,
As there is only death it is willing to perpetually bore,
As a cancer destroys and mutates the human cell,
this CORPorate dead whore drags your soul kicking and screaming to hell,

Returning the CROWN legal name is the only honorable way out,
Life gives you a voice, you can be heard when you shout
Its a lot to absorb so take the time to process and breath,
The peaceful way, is the only way we can leave.

Now before you throw questions and begin to wildly guess, read kate of gaia's writings in the mirror - kateofgaia via wordpress